Tag: Suburban Dad

Dickey’s BBQ and the Standard That Wasn’t Met

I have lived in seven places and traveled to dozens more.  Each has its own unique take on food—Italian balsamic vinegar so thick it oozed, Korean fried chicken that leaves its American progenitor in the dust, whatever that …

Wonder Is the One Frequency That Requires No Translation

My car sped down the hill, my eyes darting from the speedometer to the road as I debated how much I could get away with.  Over the car speakers, NASA flight control officers worked their way through the …

After Action Report: The Long Night

The first rumble comes at midnight, that witching hour when nothing good ever happens. My stomach clenches like a fist, and I know what’s coming.

Llamageddon: Why Toddler Bonding Trips Always Go Wrong

My son and I whipped down the Utah freeway at exactly five over the limit, and I knew that I was about to take the crown as the favorite parent.  Since birth, he has made it clear he …

Turf War: Defeat and Resurrection in Suburban Lawn Combat

It’s late winter. I stare out my glass door to the backyard, looking at the grass as it starts to stir from its winter hibernation. Signs of life pop everywhere. Everywhere save one spot—the Patch. My nemesis, my …