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!”