My paper airplane wasn’t even that great in the first place

The other day Henry came downstairs with a drawing, wanting it to be made into a paper airplane. He looked at me and said, “Where’s Dave?” (The children call Dave by his first name; we honestly have no idea why.) When he couldn’t find Dave he...

Little Camera Lost, come blow your horn

My camera has gone missing. I think I dropped it at Mackworth Island yesterday (it was a good summer jar outing despite that). Or maybe I dropped it at Whole Foods right after that. It’s a little surprising because I generally obsessively check every ten seconds...

Bitters

Dave’s birthday is in January. So if I think of a good gift for him in late Spring, I’ve either got to wait 7 months, or come up with some other occasion. And so it was that I decided to make Dave bitters for Father’s Day. He’s not my father,...