Author: Backpacking Dad

It was a sunny afternoon in Menlo Park. Sunny and hot. Sunny, hot, and boring. A short drive away were smiles and interest. There were three signs in two languages and two alphabets. And warm as it was in Menlo Park it was as cold as a snowball in Hell (which, if you’ll see, if…

Adrian had a wheeze, so I took him to the vet. The vet said “Hey, this is a baby,” and made me go home. But hey, free cat treats. Adrian was wheezy, so I took him to a deluxe apartment in the sky. It had no air conditioning though, and it was too hot at…

(Sung to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Kodachrome”) When I think back On all the sleep I got in utero It’s a wonder I can’t sleep at all And though my lack of sleep and slumber Hasn’t ended yet I can tell my folks are up a wall. Cortiso-o-ol Because of those nice bright colors Because of…