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Logan’s 53

Once I was seven years old

Taking a brief pause in my riveting – riveting, I tell you – tale of our trip to Canada to tell you that I’m now 53 years old.

Half-a-century-plus-three.

Wild. I don’t feel 53 most days, although there are times that I’m rudely reminded that I am, in fact, that age.

Sara loves me and the kid still wants to hang out with me so there’s that.

Speaking of the kid, this is him at eight years old playing Seven Years by Lukas Graham.

I was last seven years old 46 years ago.

Here’s hoping I have another 46, maybe?

Back to the usual nonsense on Monday.

Now, wish me a happy birthday, alla you people that read me and never say anything.

Seven Years
by
Lukas Graham

Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely”
Once, I was seven years old

It was a big, big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learnin’ quicker
By eleven, smokin’ herb and drinkin’ burnin’ liquor
Never rich, so we were out to make that steady figure

Once, I was eleven years old, my daddy told me
“Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely”
Once, I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writin’ songs, I started writin’ stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once, I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the mornin’ sun, when life was lonely
Once, I was twenty years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me, at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once, I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was writin’ ’bout everything I saw before me
Once, I was twenty years old

Soon, we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roamin’
Soon, we’ll be thirty years old

I’m still learnin’ about life, my woman brought children for me
So, I can sing them all my songs and I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seekin’ glory
And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I’m still sorry

Soon, I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

Soon, I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon, I’ll be sixty years old
Soon, I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon, I’ll be sixty years old

Once, I was seven years old, my mama told me
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely”
Once, I was seven years old
Once, I was seven years old

Location: well past middle age
Mood: creaky
Music: Soon, I’ll be sixty years old (Spotify)
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Travelogue: Canada Pt 1 – PJs, casinos, and molecular gastronomy

Slay the day

Our first day on the ship was pretty uneventful.

We got to our cabin – which was pretty gorgeous – and unpacked.

Even though it was closer to her birthday than mine, Sara surprised me with a bottle of champagne in the room.

Me: OMG, you’re the best!
Her: I’ve got a few more surprises for you as well.
Me: Someone’s getting lucky tonight…
Her: (laughs)

One more really annoying thing was that we were gonna save some money and just have a window insteada a balcony since it was just the two of us, but we decided that, since it was our birthdays, we’d splurge on the balcony.

Well, that was a HUGE waste of money as there was no chance we could be out on it for any meaningful amount of time as it was freezing out there.

Anywho, getting back to our first night, we went to the Korean restaurant on the ship and had a feast.

While there, we crossed under the Verrazzano Bridge, which some non-natives asked if it was the Brooklyn Bridge.

Both Sara and I had been on a significant number of ships already but I gotta say that Virgin probably had the best food either of us had ever had.

But more on that later.

We finished off the night at the nightclub there for a pajama party – where everyone was dressed in PJs.

We were pretty entertained.

As we were walking around…

Him: I know you! Where do I know you?
Sara: Do you watch a lotta YouTube?
Him: Yes?
Me: Do you watch Scenic Fights?
Him: YES! Logan!

It’s wild to meet a fan ON a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic.

Not a bad way to start the vacation.

The next day, woke up at six AM and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to hit up the gym.

Because the only other guy there was using the upper body weights, I decided to not skip leg day and focus on that.

When I went back to the cabin Sara was awake, so I brought her a cup of coffee.

We went to get brekkie where I ate my weight in avocados and salmon.

Me: If we’re not gonna go to Bermuda, I’m gonna make back alla our money in food.
Her: Sounds reasonable.
Me: It’s the Chinese way.

After brekkie, we explored the ship for the rest of the day.

We overhead one very sweet couple talk to the staff about how unfortunate it was that we were heading to Canada because they had flown from Canada to head to NYC to sail to Bermuda.

Instead, they flew from Canada to NYC only to sail BACK to Canada, to sail back to NYC, to fly back to Cananda.

Her: They were so nice!
Me: I know! Can you imagine buying plane tickets to Miami, renting a hotel room, boarding a ship, only to sail back to NYC, sail back to Miami, just to fly back to NYC? I woulda lost my mind.

Because Sara is a sucker for a trivia games, we ended up competing in one.

Outta maybe 60 teams, we were part of the four team finalists.

We woulda been the winners but, for the question: “What was the most popular social platform of 2009?”

We choose Facebook insteada MySpace and we had to do the runoff, which had a Wayne Gretzey question as the tiebreaker – we got that question completely wrong.

That was fine, though.

We had a cocktail party to attend…

…before headed to a dinner at their experimental molecular gastronomy restaurant, The Test Kitchen, which Steel woulda loved.

The food was very Wylie Dufresne-esque – both delicious and very, very cool.

We headed back to our cabin fairly early, but Sara wanted to grab a drink.

I figured that, since I’d have to break my intermittent fasting early the next morning, it wouldn’t matter if I had an afterhours drink, so I joined her.

Her: Actually, I want to try going to casino.
Me: Well, I know little to nuthin about gambling but let’s go.

So, that’s what we did.

There were a lotta technical issues – and some personnel ones as well with an extremely rude casino worker – but the casino manager was just great and comped us two drinks, which definitely made things much better.

Me: How much did you put in?
Her: $25? We can’t get it back, so we’ll have to use it all.
Me: OK, let’s go.

She did amazingly well – we ended up making back everything she spent and then some, plus the free drinks.

Me: I don’t want you to think this is how it usually goes.
Her: Beginner’s luck!

So, in our night out on the ship, we ended up making a few bucks.

We went to get some empty carbs to celebrate.

The next day, we were gonna be in Canada.

It wasn’t a sunny beach, but maybe – in light of our time in the casino – our luck was gonna turn?

Narrator: It was not.

Location: urgent care, waiting for an x-ray machine tech to show up
Mood: back-to-the-grind
Music: I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low (Spotify)
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We’re going where?!

Where the heck is Saint John, New Brunswick?

Her: Oh no!
Me: What?
Her: Did you read the email we got from Virgin? We’re not going to Bermuda!
Me: Wait, what?

Sara turned a milestone birthday this year and, since we both like to cruise, we decided to head to our closest tropical destination to celebrate: Bermuda.

To this end, we booked a trip on the Virgin Valient Lady between our birthdays in April.

We booked it because:

    1. it was easy since the terminal was just 15 mins from our pad and
    2. we were both so familiar with Bermuda that we knew exactly what we wanted to do.

But the first thing that changed on us was that our departure terminal changed from the Upper West Side to Brooklyn, which was annoying but not terrible.

The second change, though, threw us for a loop: Literally two days before we were ready to set sail, we got an email that said that we were heading to freezing CANADA instead of Bermuda.

Due to forecasted weather, it’s become necessary to adjust our itinerary to keep things smooth, safe, and comfortable. Instead of Bermuda, we’ll now be heading to Saint John, New Brunswick.

We know this isn’t what you originally planned, and we really appreciate your flexibility. This change will ensure we avoid rough conditions and take you somewhere a little unexpected, with its own charm, coastline, and character to explore.

Me: We’re going where?!
Her: Saint John, New Brunswick.
Me: Where the heck is Saint John, New Brunswick?
Her: I have no idea, Logan.

We were both pretty annoyed but, looking at the weather forecast, it did show that it was going to rain the entire time we were going to be in Bermuda so there wasn’t much to do but make the best of it.

Now, we had already decided to meet up with a buddy of mine, who’s the CEO of a bank here in NYC, and her sister down in Chinatown right before the trip.

Because of all the changes, we actually had time for lunch insteada just coffee so off we went with luggage in tow.

CEO: Where are you two going?
Me: Hoo-boy, that’s a story. Let’s sit down to lunch and we’ll tell you all about it.

They brought us to a Malaysian restaurant named Curry House as I’d not had that in ages and Sara’s never had it ever.

I’d not seen the two of them since before Alison got sick so were chatted nonstop and time flew by before Sara said we had to run.

With that, we headed down to the pier, where we got there with three minutes to spare for the ferry to the Brooklyn Cruise Terminal.

But…

Her: Shoot, my internet isn’t working!
Me: I’ll go buy paper tickets.
Her: Hurry!

I did, but we missed the ferry by literally 30 seconds.

And those 30 seconds cost us a $35 Uber ride to the Brooklyn pier.

But we made our departure, so we were off…to Canada.

Her: (shaking head) Canada! It’s going to be 27 degrees on Wednesday!
Me: Maybe it’ll be ok.
Her: We’ll see.

Location: back home, which we’re happy about
Mood: rested-ish
Music: Set an open course for the virgin sea cause I’ve got to be free (Spotify)
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The Elusive Obvious Villain

Turns out, it was me all along

Me: You know what I realized recently?
Her: No, what?
Me: I never really thought of it but, I’m 52, which means that I’m over half-a-century old.
Her: That is how math works, Logan.
Me: (laughing) I’m aware. It’s just one of those elusive obvious things that are obvious once you think about it but completely invisible to you when you don’t.

Years ago, I once told you this apocryphal story about Columbus and how he was able to stand an egg up on one side by itself.

In the end, someone said that it was easy, to which Columbus was said to have replied, “Everything is easy once someone shows you how.”

A more succinct way of putting that it was simply something that was the elusive obvious:

Those things that are stupidly and patently obvious, if you just sat down and thought about it for little bit.

In many ways, this entire blog is fulla the elusive obvious.

Was talking with a buddy of mine the other day – we met in our 20s and he’s a couple of years older than me so he’s now in his mid-50s and I’m catching up.

With my birthday coming up, I’ve been finding myself looking back on my life and realizing a lot of things that shoulda been obvious to me but simply…weren’t.

Me: I’ve reached an age where…you know what I’ve realized?
Him: What?
Me: Looking back, in so many interactions, I was the villain in the story.
Him: I have that – mine were mostly with women.
Me: Some of mine as well. I mentioned that to someone once and she asked if I’d consider calling them to apologize. But what would that do? It’s really just to make me feel better, they probably just are happy that I’ve never reached out to them. Better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

It really is such a wild thing to look back with older, and calmer, eyes and realize that you were the villain in someone’s story.

The thing that’s been bothering me the most, lately, though was that I’d never really realized just how often it was me until only recently.

Yet again, the elusive obvious.

And with most elusive obvious things, once I’ve noticed it, I can’t un-notice it.

Location: The middle of the Atlantic
Mood: It’s tricky
Music: I’ve gone identity mad (Spotify)
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A walk uptown

Three miles on the westside

Me: What do you want to do on your actual birthday?
Her: Honestly? I just want to take a nice walk around NYC like we did when we were in Pasadena.
Me: Really? That’s easy. I can make that happen.

Me: OK, I have an itinerary. Wanna see it?
Her: Sure! Whacha got?

We start at 14 St / 7 Ave
8 min walk to Chelsea Market
15–20 minutes at Chelsea Market
5 min walk to High Line at 16th Street
Walk 1 minutes to 23rd St and go to 10th Avenue and Hudson River Park
Waterfront walk for 12–15 minutes
Exit the park around W 50th St and east to 9th Avenue, stores along the way
Walking north on 9th Avenue to 852 9th Avenue and dinner
Walk to stores at Columbus Circle, train to 96th and home

Her: That sounds great!

Me: Crap.
Her: What?
Me: Did you see the weather?
Her: (checks her phone) Oh no!! It’s gonna rain. Wait, I know, let’s go to Hudson Yards. We can walk to the restaurant from there.

Me: Oh, but that stinks, I wanted you to get the city, parks, and waterfront.
Her: It’s ok. At least we’ll still get to do some window shopping and have dinner.
Me: Sweeeeeeeeet. Let’s go.

Me: You know, the last time I was here was with you. It’s so much busier now.
Her: Well, that’s a good thing, right? Oh, Kate Spade! Can I check out some stuff?
Me: It’s your birthday, for sure.
Her: Thanks!
Me: I’ll just get comfortable in the husband chairs. (later) Hey baby, we should get going.

Me: (walking past the Dyer Avenue / W 36th Street interchange) You know, when I was a young guy working in midtown, I’d never – in a million years – imagine there’d be all these expensive restaurants around here. Literally, this is where you would go to get shived.
Her: I can imagine.

Her: Logan, you gotta slow down.
Me: You know, walking speed is directly related to biological age. The faster a person walks, the younger – biologically – someone is.
Her: Yes, you’ve said that but… OH CRAP!!!
Me: What?
Her: OMG…eeeewwwwww…
Me: DID ANOTHER BIRD POOP ON YOU?!
Her: I hate pigeons, Logan. I hate them so much.

Me: Wait, aren’t we close to the restaurant?
Her: Lemme check. (looks up address) Shoot, Kashkaval Garden is on West 56th, not West 50th.
Me: OK, six more blocks…
Her: (after arriving) Finally!
Me: I’m starving.
Her: Me too.
Me: (after the food had arrived) OK, first of all, man, does it feel decadent to eat all this bread. Secondly, alla this is so good.
Her: The tapenade and the whipped beets are my favourites.
Me: Nuthin beats beets.

Me: Excuse me, waiter?
Him: Yes?
Me: We also ordered some meat skewers. Could you check to see how they’re doing? We’re about done with these.
Him: Of course!
Her: Good, I was getting full.
Me: Yeah, me too – I’m not used to eating all this bread.

Me: You up to walk to West 72nd instead of Columbus Circle to take the train home?
Her: Sure. We can walk off some of that food.
Me: (walking past my law school) Man, I can’t believe law school was 30 years ago. That’s…crazy.
Her: (after walking past Lincoln Center) It’s amazing we get to walk past things like this all the time.
Me: It’s amazing what we get used to.

Her: Hey, do you mind if we pop into the Apple Store?
Me: (shrugging) Sure.
Her: (after a few minutes) I was almost gonna get the new iPhone 17 but they’re closing in five minutes. I don’t wanna make someone stay late.
Me: Well, they do make a commission.
Her: I heard someone say that they’re not doing any more sales. I’ll come back. Besides, it’s late and I want to go home.
Me: Yeah, I’m exhausted – we walked three miles!

Me: (at home) Was it a good birthday?
Her: You were there, so yes.
Me: Sorry we didn’t get to do what I had planned.
Her: It’s fine. We’ll have lots of birthdays to do together.

Location: all up and down the west side
Mood: sore
Music: Look myself in the eye, feel the crack of a smile (Spotify)
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Our birthday month 2025

Coffee was a mistake

Me: How’s my old lady today for her birthday?!
Her: Ooch, my back hurts.
Me: (laughing) That’s the appropriate answer. You’re getting older.
Her: Well, you are the authority on all things old, Logan Lo.

Sara and I both have April birthdays so her sister and brother-in-law took us both out to brunch with all the kids the other day.

We went to The Ribbon, which is this fancy joint near Central Park a little south of us.

I’d never been and always wanted to go.

Me: I dunno what I should order; it’s brunch so I want coffee, but I also want a drink.
S-SIL: Get an Irish coffee – best of both worlds!
Me: That’s not a bad idea!
S-BIL: It’s late, I can’t have coffee after 11AM.
Me: I usually can have coffee up to 2PM.

Turns out that coffee was a mistake

I forgot that I drink half-caf coffee at home, so I ended up significantly regretting my decision later on that evening as I had an almost completely sleepless night that night, especially since I was worrying about my mom.

But, at least at that moment, it was worth it.

Sara and I – and my sister – share a birth month.

Sara’s having a milestone birthday but I’m just having a regular one.

Still, after a certain age, all birthdays become milestones in some way.

I’ll be 53 before this month is out – it’s really hard for me to comprehend as I don’t feel like I’m 53, and yet, I do.

Suppose I’ll figure out some way to explain it to you in the coming entries.

Location: all up and down the west side
Mood: sore
Music: the memory of late nights and coffee in bed (Spotify)
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An unexpected trip to Queens

A Chinese Chicken Gryo / Shawarma

Me: Why didn’t you answer you phone?!!
Mom: I didn’t hear it ring!
Me: For over an hour!?

My sister was inspired by our trip to Taiwan, so she took her kids there for Spring Break.

So, when she rang me, I assumed that it was to tell me something fun.

Instead, it was to tell me that her husband hadn’t heard from my mom in a few hours.

Without giving too much detail away, essentially, my mom forgot where she parked her car and decided to take an outrageously long walk home(ish).

With the help of my brother-in-law – thank goodness he was home – she made it home and found her car but not until hours later.

Out of an abundance of caution, and because I always, always, always regret not seeing Alison and my dad every chance I could, I woke up bright and early the next day to see her.

Because it was so early, I took the same route I took to return home to Queens from high school – it had been years since I’d taken that route home.

It was faster than I remembered.

Maybe it was because I had my laptop and could do work, and that made the commute a lot faster.

I remember that my dad would sometimes be waiting in the car at the subway station for me.

I looked at the place he would usually park for reasons I can’t explain.

Dunno why I do things like that.

Stupid, really.

But in some reality, he’s still alive and he’s waiting for me.

I digress…

Me: I’m just worried about you.
Her: What’s there to worry about? I forgot where I parked my car is all. It’s not that big a deal.
Me: I dunno, mom.
Her: It’s fine, it’s fine. Did you eat yet? Lemme make you something to eat.
Me: It’s ok, I’m not hungry.

That last part was true.

Literally, the only time I’m ever not hungry is when I’m worried. And I was worried about my mom.

Didn’t stay long. It took me 90 minutes to get to her, but I only stayed for 45 mins because I had so much to do.

Just wanted to see and hug her.

If you can see and hug your mom, you absolutely should.

Since I was in Queens, I remembered that I saw this Instagram short about this dude in Flushing Queens selling this 2000-year-old Chinese gyro / shawarma thingy – and you know what a sucker I am for those things – and I decided to get one before I headed back home.

Essentially, I saw that she seemed like herself and my hunger came roaring back.

 

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So, I went there, waited in a short line, and ordered one.

$6. Chicken with a ton of cumin.

The bread was like a cross between a crossiont and phylo sheet. It was pretty delicious, I gotta say.

Realized, as I ate it at noon or so, that it was the very first thing I’d eaten all day – it was my first bite of food in 18 hours.

When Alison and my dad got sick, I dropped down to 140 pounds. I was skin and bones.

I know that I should spend as much time with my mom while I can.

Just don’t wanna think about things like that.

So, I think about stupid things like 2,000 year old Chinese gyros and push all that doubt to the side of my mouth.

Location: the gym, trying to impress this hot blonde
Mood: meditative
Music: we brave beestings and all (Spotify)
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Fried Chicken and Jenga

Not failing again

Him: Papa, that looks like fun. Can we play?
Me: (laughing) Yes?

The kid and I were watching something the other day and, on it, the people started playing Jenga, which I’ve not played with him since we found some oversized pieces in the middle of the street that one time.

So, we dusted it off and I played with both boys while Sara took care of some work around the pad.

I feel this will be the kinda thing that we’ll look back on and remember fondly.

That’s the hope, anywho.

I won one round and the kid won one round.

Me: I bought 11 pounds of chicken.
Her: Why did you buy 11 pounds of chicken?!
Me: I’m trying to cut down on my cholesterol. Plus, it was on sale. (thinking) Now, what are we gonna do with 11 pounds of chicken?
Her: I dunno, what do you wanna do?

Me: Man, I wish we could fry it.
Her: Fry it? I could fry it.
Me: Wait, are you serious?
Her: Sure, why not?
Me: You know how to do that?
Her: Logan Lo, I’m from the south. Of course, I know how to fry chicken.

Now, if you’ve been keeping up with blog for any amount of time, you know that the following are crack to me:

I’ve made pan-fried chicken a buncha times, but I’ve never made actual deep-fried chicken before.

In fact, I believe that this would be the first time in my (adult) life I had home-made fried chicken before – my mom had made some for me as a kid, but it was decidedly Chinese in nature not American/Kentucky…

So, with that, Sara cut up 11 pounds of chicken.

Marinated it in some seasoned buttermilk for a few hours and then mixed up a killer flour dredge.

Used an entire bottle of oil.

And got to frying 11 glorious pounds of fried fowl.

It turned out pretty amazeballs.

That’s her with the very first batch, which looked and smelled just perfect.

After the four of us – the two boys were pretty jazzed to have homemade fried chix for the first time as well – she and I chatted as we cleaned up the colossal mess together.

Her: So, I have a confession to make.
Me: What?
Her: This is only the second time I’ve ever deep fried chicken. The first time, my apartment filled with black smoke, so this was a much better result.
Me: I’ll say!
Her: I know my stubbornness is sometimes one of your least favorite qualities of mine, but here it played to your favor. I was NOT going to fail again.

Works for me.

Location: home, wondering if I should take apart my computer now or not
Mood: exhausted
Music: you know i like my chicken fried cold beer on a friday night (Spotify)
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See you in the Hague (Hopefully)

No Kings

Getting slammed with work, so I thought I’d post pictures from the No Kings marches around the country.

None of these pictures were taken by me, all were found on the web so if any of these pics are yours and you don’t want them up, just tell me and I’ll take them down.

Enjoy.

Location: the gym, being turned into a pretzel
Mood: pretzel-y
Music: Like we didn’t end this shit four years ago (Spotify)
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Unspoken carbohydrates

Plus, a soccer game

The weather’s always super weird during the shoulder months here in the city.

Last week it was 34 degrees one day and today it was 76 degrees.

Me: Maybe we could meet up in the middle of the day if the weather’s nice? You head west, I head south and we meet somewhere in the middle?
Her: (thinking) I dunno. I’m such a goody-two-shoes…
Me: It’d be like lunch! You’re allowed lunch, right? We could meet up for coffee and unspoken carbohydrates.
Her: Oooooh, I love unspoken carbohydrates.

Speaking of carbohydrates, Sara’s gotten really, really good at making sourdough bread and she’s essentially baking us two loaves every week or so.

We’ve been keeping track and neither of us have gained any weight nor has anyone felt bloated or anything of the sort.

Plus, it’s nice knowing that we’re eating something completely homemade with only four ingredients: Water, flour, salt, and butter.

That’s it. It’s pretty amazeballs.

We made pizza with it the other day per a suggestion by my buddy Mark from Ithaca – it turned out ok but nothing spectacular.

We’ll keep at it until we find something we like.

The kids liked it though.

Speaking of the kids, I think I mentioned to you that my son loves soccer and that Alison was a soccer star in her junior high school and high school.

It must be in his genes because he’s obsessed.

Welp, it turns out that Pac is obsessed as well. He told me that one of the kid’s heroes – Messi – was in town playing against his team so I got the two of them tix to see the game together in Yankee Stadium.

Pac: Are you sure you don’t wanna go? There are three seats available in the section.
Me: Alison loved soccer but it was never really my thing.

Well, that plus I couldn’t imagine sitting on those hard seats all those hours.

But, after they left, Sara told me that I really should do at least one game with the kid, so he had one memory of me at a game with him and I felt so guilty.

I’ll have to do something like that with him one of these days.

Still, they had a blast and came home all smiles.

It probably didn’t hurt that Uncle Pac spoiled the kid rotten with stuff like soda and a bowl of fried carbs bigger than his head.

After they made it back, Pac and I headed to my local bistro to get some coffee and catch up for a bit.

Presently, the kid and Sara came by as well to join us for dinner, and we all chatted for a while until it was time for Pac to leave.

Afterward, I heard all about it from the kid.

Me: Did you have a good time?
Him: It was so fun, papa! Even though my team lost.
Me: (laughing) Well, you can’t win ’em all, kiddo.

Location: the gym, being turned into a pretzel
Mood: pretzel-y
Music: I’ve gone identity mad (Spotify)
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