I’ll be brutally honest, the first time my brother-in-law Larry said we should go to a local pro wrestling match for one of our DADS NIGHT OUT sessions I reacted the same internally as if he offered me a chip after picking a wedgie from his butt crack.

There’s a handful of dinners I get giddy for, Santa Fe Stew is one of them. It’s like if sweatpants and your favorite hoodie became a meal.

My boss gave us his family’s trampoline this summer... it took a couple weeks, but his hands finally let go of the years of memories