I remember my mother trying to teach me canasta when I was ten or so. I still don’t know what the hell canasta is. My father loved airplanes, and as a little boy I did, too, but eventually his enthusiasm earned the blank stare of boredom.
My turn came courtesy of Jane’s Addiction. I was going to share with my daughter one of the greatest live music experiences she ever had and she would be forever grateful. What did I get instead?