When Athens, Georgia’s Avid Bookshop invited me to appear in their stupendous Prince Avenue space, I barked,

“YESYESYESYESYESYES!”

Sure, I was excited about an invite to a prestigious indie bookstore. But I took the event to drag Dad back to the University of Georgia. I imagined us strolling through the UGA campus, him regaling me with stories of his college days.

“I want to see that Georgia-Missouri basketball game!”

“Really, Dad? I mean, it starts at noon, and we’re not driving over until Saturday, so—”Continue Reading