Complexity: It’s all relative

I’ve passed many a satisfactory hour complaining about my ex-wife, bitching about the logistics of our shared custody, and congratulating myself with the thought that all our problems are her fault. And they are. Seriously. One thing I’ve learned, though, is someone always has it tougher than me. This past weekend Tomoko and I drove …

Bad Dads We Love: McDonald’s Edition

So, I took JP up to Yankee stadium last night for his first professional ballgame, and we got there early. We were meeting up with my uncle, who had the tickets, and we were waiting outside of the stadium. At about 6pm. Outside of a McDonald’s. Which sells Happy Meals. Now, don’t get me wrong—I …