nostalgia

Many years ago when I wore a younger man’s clothes, my family moved to Miami. Without going into tremendous detail, it was what appeared to be a can’t-say-no-to career opportunity for my father during a time when there didn’t seem to be a lot of options. I vividly remember my father sitting me down and telling me the decision to move was essentially up to me. I was still in school at the time and in a very…complex…relationship with a girl and he was sensitive to taking me away from her and from my schoolmates so soon before graduation. This was a heavy piece toRead More →