October 5, 2000

Viewer Discretion Advised

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This past weekend I had the chance to go home and see my parents. I was expecting a warm Long Island Welcome, which should have consisted of my dad hugging me and my mom telling me the times of my hair cut, doctor appointment, and dentist check-up. Instead, I found my father waiting for me on the couch with copies of all of my previous columns laid out on the coffee table.

“Shouldn’t those be hanging on the fridge?” I asked.