My youngest son broke both wrists a couple of months ago. He plays volleyball and in the first game of the first tournament of the season he fell backwards and broke both wrists at once. He continued to play until the end of that match but that’s another story. Today was the start of his volleyball Comeback Tour. We left our house at 7 a.m. to shlep an hour in 2,000 below zero temperature an to a freezing cold gym for him to make his triumphant comeback.
At the same time my oldest son is packing up and preparing for his Farewell Tour back to college. In our family any tour, celebration, sad situation, a Bulls win, or the end of a dreadful Bear’s season is cause for dinners out. Tonight was no exception. We hit the neighborhood Italian joint, Philly G’s, for some really good Comeback and Farewell Tour fare.
Interestingly enough because I was mother of the century this morning during the Comeback Tour, I felt zero guilt at the Philly G’s Farewell Tour dinner. So there’s that.