I don’t like road trips, although not because I’m some kind of snobby traveler. I will admit, however, I do prefer comfort and luxury (Four Seasons? Yes, please!). Nonetheless, I do know how to rough it and, trust me, I can make the best out of any situation, complaining notwithstanding. Sometimes, however, you are just too traumatized by a bad experience to move on.
When I was little, vacations closely resembled that of the Griswold family of National Lampoon fame. We would load up our big, ugly station wagon (seriously, it was orange) and head down to Florida. Upon leaving...
I don’t know why I chose to clean out my storage room on Father’s Day weekend. Probably because it was the only weekend I have had free in quite some time. I had not even realized it was Father’s Day until I checked Facebook late Saturday night and my friends’ profile pictures had changed to pictures of their Dads’ or special father figures.
Last year I used a very special picture to pay tribute to my dad on Father’s Day. It was a picture of me and my Dad, Bobby V (his favorite moniker), perched at the very top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa. You see,...
