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  • When the twins were eight years old, I took each of them away for their own weekend with Dad. Zac and I drove down to Big Sur for a weekend of camping, armed with super-soakers and plenty of snacks. On the drive down we stopped at a generic breakfast place – maybe even a Denny’s. Zac looked up from his eggs and hash browns – a little yolk under his lower lip. With the most earnest look on his face, he said, “Dad, I think this is the best tasting breakfast I’ve ever had!” That’s when I knew for sure, this single-kid weekend idea was a really delicious one.

    A few nights ago, my 29 year-old son, Alex, was in the Bay Area for a work-gig, staying at a motel about an hour away. He texted me to ask if I wanted to join him for a Giants game. He’s still a huge fan even though he lives in San Diego. After the third inning we went to get something to eat. He bought me a pizza and a beer. They charge nearly $10 even for a Budweiser at AT&T stadium! I've only drunk a couple of Budweisers before (I drink mostly Mexican beers or what I find at Trader Joe’s). I took a gulp and looked around at this perfect scene. I exclaimed to him, “Wow, this is like the perfect meal!” and suddenly saw Zac looking at me in the restaurant 21 years ago. I’d come full circle.
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