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!”