Posts Tagged: dads

Derek Jeter Saved My Family

My dad is a huge Yankee fan. In order to understand this, you need to know that my dad is the kind of person who picks a few things to really like and then he likes them obsessively. My dad likes three things more than anything else in the world: Datsun Z Cars, old episodes of Superman and Star Trek, and the New York Yankees. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of baseball history; you can see the joy on his face when he talks about his team.

So when I was a kid, whether I wanted to or not, I was going to know baseball. I learned how to [...]


Interview With My Dad, Whose Parenting Guru Was Marshall McLuhan

My dad was born on Christmas and is named Noel. 

Happy early Father’s Day. What are you going to do to celebrate?

Mom and your brother have to tell me what they want to do. I’m not going to plan my own Father’s Day! I have kept my schedule open. Ideally you would be here and we would all be playing golf.

I’ve done my part to kill that dream for you. You going to play on Sunday?

Maybe Martin and I could, and Mom…

Never going to happen.

Maybe sometime in the future!

Do you think Father’s Day is stupid or do you like it?

I think it’s a [...]


Stores Your Dad Hates

Whole Paycheck

Neiman Mark-Up

Lacoste an Arm and a Leg

Bed, Bath and Beyond Our Means

L.L. Bein' Bothered When I'm Trying to Watch the Game!

Bath and Body Works Hard All Day Just to Come Home and Hear Your Nagging

Gap Kids Are All Disappointments

S.O.L. Schwarz



Jake and Alison were classmates at the University of Chicago Get a Job and Work for a Living.


Andy Suzuki & The Method, "Born Out of Mischief"

"Born Out of Mischief" is a lovely single off of Hairpin pals Andy Suzuki & The Method's new LP of the same name, which is out now and available for streaming and purchasing and all that good stuff over on their website. (I'd also recommend their "All of the Lights" cover from two years ago. I'd also-also recommend Andy in his tween star college a cappella days, but that's a different story.)


Two Victors

It’s only an estimate, but I’ve done the math. My father died while I was in a run-down hotel lobby in Newburgh, NY, picking up my race number for a half marathon that would begin in just under an hour.

Dad, at 62, was still an impressively healthy athlete. He swam a mile a day, rode his bike twice daily and played volleyball every weekend. One of the big regrets of his life was that he could not persuade me to take an interest in the game, despite the fact that I “had the shoulders for it.” That Saturday morning last June, while I was driving north from New York [...]


Hitchhiking to the End of the World

Sandwiched between a hulking grey backpack and an expandable bag on my chest, I stand on the shoulder of a steep road that winds up from a surreal aqua lake. I’m on the edge of the pristine Aspen-like town San Martin de los Andes in Argentina’s northern Patagonia. I have a purpose here. I just decided one hour ago: I am hitchhiking to Ushuaia, the southernmost tip in South America. I am hitchhiking to the End of the World.

I’ve been in the country for a month and only hitchhiked once before. I don’t know what I’m doing. "Stick out your thumb higher,” two passing Chilean hitchhikers call out [...]


The Dad Vibes Pie


Previously: The Huge Mistake Pie

Ann Friedman owns three Steely albums on vinyl, which is really the only way to hear them.


Gifts My Father Gave Me

My father was terrible at gifts. Terrible at receiving them. You would break your back to find the most amazing, perfect gift ever, he would open it, pause, say, “Thank you!”, put it down, and never speak of it again. Over the years I bought him, among other things, a beautiful, strange coffee table book about Mexican churches, a silver wall hanging with a scroll of paper for note-taking, a wooden 3D puzzle in the shape of a gondola, a tiny statue of Molly Malone, which was the first song he’d learned and partly the inspiration for my name. The only gift I ever bought that I can confirm he [...]


The Zodiac Killer Might Be This Guy's Dad

Remember the time we all saw Zodiac and it was so scary and the only thing that got us through it was a 13 Going On 30-era Mark Ruffalo?

Welp, it's time to revisit old wounds. In "A Man Claims the Zodiac Killer Is His Father in a New Book That's Been Kept Secret for Months" Elon Green reports that in The Most Dangerous Animal of All, Gary L. Stewart claims the Zodiac Killer is his DAD:

Not mentioned in the summary: Stewart, a vice-president at a cleaning company in Baton Rouge, alleges that his father was the Zodiac Killer, who is believed to have killed at least [...]


Thanksgiving Away From Home

In my family, only one Thanksgiving tradition has stood the test of time and place. It’s not the turkey or the stuffing or even my mother’s famous pumpkin rolls, though if we are lucky, those foods are all there, and they are delicious. It’s not food at all, or the particular array of people present. It’s what happens in the moment toward the end of dinner, once the meal has been devoured and praised, when the coffee is being made and the pie being sliced and doled out onto plates. My dad pours himself another wine—red, of course, "it's good for the heart!" he says—looks at the table in front [...]