I’m a father, and I scribble things. Tweeting at @mgcotax
A transparent fable:
Once there was an old king, of a very minor kingdom, who was blessed with many delightful friends and two of the most remarkable children one could ever hope to meet.
It is a Saturday, and my father and I are walking the streets of Carmel, just the two of us. I am still 17, and he is not quite 50.
On his last visit, in late January, daddy had met April, my first real girlfriend. At a…