Author: Backpacking Dad

Guess what? No one is too fat to fly. But airlines don’t care. They have asked a badly designed question that presumes, in its premise, that the business model they follow of maximizing souls on planes is the one that will keep them in the black. Maybe they’re correct. That doesn’t mean they’re right. When…

On February 13th, 1997 I was wandering the glossy plastic corridors of San Jose’s Valley Fair. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew that I’d know it when I found it. Emily and I had known each other for a little over a year and we’d been living together, baby nineteen-year-olds,…

Our intrepid duo traveled north today, across the Golden Gate Bridge. They put the sun at their backs and wound along the cliffs of Highway 1 toward Stinson Beach.   Slight cloud coverage in the late morning promised to burn off by the afternoon, though rain was in the forecast for the day, as it…