The stories my son Grey finds the most entertaining are those about my father’s legendary lack of direction. He loves hearing how Grandpa would regularly get lost coming home from work, a place we drive to every single day. My father would nearly always end up about seven miles from our house at a restaurant called the “Giant Artichoke.” They sold only deep-fried fresh artichoke hearts — the 1970s were kind of awesome. But Grey’s favorite stories are about Grandpa driving around with the whole family. READ MORE