One Sunday night, when I was a kid growing up in Brooklyn, my dad noticed I was acting a little moody. "What's the matter, sonny boy?" That's what he called me sometimes. I think it's from an Al Jolson song.
"Ah, you know, I've got school tomorrow." I whined. "Weekends are great, but they're too short."
"You know what?" he replied, "I still feel that way about work."… Read more