Cats In The Cradle

I actually had a fairly decent phone conversation with my father this past weekend. By fairly decent I mean that it actually featured genuine laughter and not the usual awkward silences.

Like many father-son discussions, it focused mainly on sports, weather, and grandkids. I also injected some self-deprecating jokes, which he always appreciates because it reassures him that living in Washington hasn't transformed me into an obnoxious, self-absorbed prick.

Rest assured, he has nothing to worry about. I'm pretty low-key and humble, even though I have become one of the greatest writers of all time.