The Fresh Letter Menu for February 26th, 2021
on anniversaries and my personal cheffing "greatest hits"
One year ago today, I met my father for a drink in a Midtown Manhattan bar. Over his double vodka and my full bodied red, we touched on our standard topics: his career and mine, the various health concerns of my parents' two elderly dogs, my siblings’ and mother’s goings on. This was also the first conversation in which I can remember seriously…