Father’s Day is a Little Weird for Me

Growing up with a disabled dad.

I’m sitting alone in a bar in Austin at 10:30 AM on a rainy Sunday. Waiting for a little bit of bacon, waffles, and diced red potatoes. It’s Father’s Day. I’ve already had more than enough coffee, so water is my sole companion as I wait.

My dad and mom on their wedding day. I bet you can guess the decade.

I’m tired. I just finished a day of being “on”, participating in a debate followed by a panel at a high…