I'm relaxing in Montauk, Long Island and reflecting upon this pic I just took of one of my boys (Max). It instantly takes me back to my own childhood memories of growing up out east. Living in Chicago, one of the things that I miss most about the east coast, is the coast itself. Montauk is one of the places we used to vacation as a family. We'd stay in cheap motel rooms-- whatever we could get our hands on. It didn't matter. What mattered was that we were away from home and at the beach. I can still remember my Dad taking me on a fishing boat and minutes later watching him lean over the rusty rail--sick from the choppy open water.
My Dad, like many Dads around the world has a special gift for being a source of embarrassment. More on that later. Right now, I'm enjoying the familiar scent of saltwater and the fact that I'm away from home and at the beach. Funny how being away from home can feel so much like you never left.
