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!”