When I was a kid my father used to haul me with him on a Saturday to get me out of my mom’s hair so I wasn’t underfoot. After I had children, I figured my mother had a martini and celebrated a few hours of peace the moment she heard the garage door close. My father would refer to these Saturdays as “our meanderings.” We would go to the liquor store, cigar store, dry cleaners, … [Read more...]