I spent the first 50 years of my life waiting to be just like my dad, but I never did. Well, at least I thought I never did.
Quentin Tarantino is going to be a dad and there’s a good chance he’ll end up on Santa’s naughty list.
My father’s hands are much like my own. We share the same stubby fingers, the same thick thumbs. Our smallest digits, the pinky fingers, spin off at an alarming angle at the last knuckle although my father’s are more pronounced than my own. They are good hands and ones that have served us both well. […]