Dadball

Is it still Race Weekend without the Race? Yep.

There’s no Dr. Spock instructional book for this particular stretch of parenting.

Is this pandemic also the “best of times?” No, of course not. This is awful and only a delusional monster would say otherwise.

Last week we didn’t have time to think about this mess we’re in. This week is different.

Yesterday was Mardi Gras, Cinco de Mayo, Carb Day, Race Day, Opening Day of MLB, the 4th of July, and the first-day-of-summer-as-a-sixth-grader all rolled into one—except a billion times BETTER. And sunnier. And giddier.

“So naturally, when asked to share my thoughts on our current COVID-19 quarantine situation, why wouldn’t a comparison to a hundred-year-old column on post-war Paris be my go-to?”

You got us feelin’ alright

As we’re all hunkered down during these crazy times, I’ve been trying to think of ways to promote local restaurants.

So what are we doing here in this isolated, board-game-storage closet of the site? I’m not sure, exactly.

The coronavirus is the ultimate independent voter.

The quest for Indy’s most DadBall chain restaurant.

Hypothesis: Most parents will survive Science Fair Week, but none will prosper.

The rocketship is no more.

The question is this: when is the BEST time of the year for a birthday?

“Their disappearance is inevitable. And nobody is coming along to snap my money back into existence, either.”