December 2004
1 post
Shooting Pool With Dad
When I was a little girl, a latchkey kid going to school in the city, I’d make a daily calculation—which parent to visit at work that afternoon. My mother worked at an ad agency at 18th and Walnut, my father at a magazine at 15th and Locust. The variables involved in making the decision ran the gamut from where I’d get more candy to how much homework I’d be forced to...