A couple of weeks ago I spent a long weekend with my dad in Astoria, the town in Oregon where I grew up. Our visits tend to go like so: On the first day I arrive in the late afternoon and we go for a walk, either at a beach or around the neighborhood. The second day we do some project around the house and then we go for a walk, almost always at a beach. Finally, on the last day, we get brunch at a coffee shop before I hit the road.
