A gritty and angry
little nickname I coined as a child for my peripatetic
father who frequently left me at home in the boring United States while he traveled all over the
world having interesting adventures.
I was standing at the front
door for what seemed like the hundredth time saying goodbye to him and after glancing downward at his worn, blue
suitcase, I uttered, “
See you sometime, Suckass Samsonite, have a nice trip!”