Hey, World. Want to Know My Super Power? I Can Get Papa Butch on the Floor to Play with Me. Getting Him Up? Now That's Another Story

It's Spring Break at Fairfield University, so Karal and I have returned to central New York for more parental care: shopping, cleaning, cooking, prescriptions, and helping Cynde out so she can take a break. The drive up was wonderful as the sky was mostly blue, even in Syracuse, and I listened to Jason Reynold's Twenty Four Seconds From Now, which follows in the traditions of his brilliant thinking, writing, and craft. Mature subject this time, but real. One that will be very helpful to young men and women who do not have support and guidance from home. Definitely, however, on the radar of every kid in high school and, as much as they don't want to know, their teachers, too, who they often come to for advice.

It's going to a balmy 50-60 degrees this week (except for the one dip on Wednesday). Central New York kids will be out in shorts and sun-bathing in their driveways. 

Mom made chicken, pasta, and broccoli when I arrive, so she can now retire and let me take over for the week. Dad says he wasn't tuna noodle casserole, spaghetti and meatballs, and macaroni for cheese. Um...maybe on the spaghetti. Absolutely not on the tuna noodle casserole.

I am thinking I want to find Pho in the area and see if they would like that, especially when served hot. I'll see if I can get them to try.

Karal zonked out early last night. Daylight savings and driving 4.5 hours takes a toll on her, especially when she sleeps the entire ride from Connecticut. She lives the rough life.

Okay, Syracuse...what's going on this week? I am here again.