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!”