by Richard
Here’s another of the unexpected joys of having a child in a private school (and I’m not even talking about the wallet-emptying, money sucking void the tuition turned out to be): Every other year, the private school in which Zippy the Monkey Boy is enrolled has the same spring break as do other private schools [...]
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina, right now. Sarcasmo is stretched out on the bed across from me, peeking desperately at my computer screen as he tries to see what I’m writing about him.
Actually, it’s pretty complimentary. We just got back from a walk around historic Charleston. It’s nice. Really nice. Still, [...]