The 20/20 Tomato
My dad has talked about snowboarding for longer than my grandma’s been attending her weekly Mahjong games.
It started off with an innocent observation of a few boarders at Boyne Highlands then transformed into a totally unprovoked declaration of how he was never, ever, ever getting his feet bound on one board together.
Enter last weekend up north, complete with a boarding boyfriend who happened to wear boots close enough to his size.
There were lots of really good moments from that weekend—like a chorus of ski patrol men serenading me with a birthday song and helping my mom download Cake’s “Short Skirt, Long Jacket”—finally getting my dad on a board so I wouldn't have to hear him wonder about it anymore was right up there, though.
He’s one lesson away from a Flying Tomato.