I play and/or speak 100 times a year nowadays. That’s a lot of goodbyes. And every one of them is the same. A hug. A kiss. A brief explanation of where I’m going and how long I’ll be there.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
And I’m out the door. And my kids are on the… 
Archive for January 2009
A DIfferent Goodbye
The Man Who Went Up A Mountain And Came Down WIth A Broken Rib
It’s an age old question: How many five year-olds can you take on?
I thought I knew the answer: 10
I was wrong. The correct answer is 2.*
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It started out as your standard game of King of the Mountain: Old guy on top of the mountain. Six kids of both genders and all ages attempting to knock… 


