Bring Me White Castles
A true travel food story from 1982 Food is serious stuff in my family. Dad is not feeling well. I keep hearing him get up in the middle of the night, going to the bathroom. After my bedtime snack and during our nighttime talk, he tells me he needs to have a minor surgery. And, asks if I will drive him to the Hospital. Of course I will. Then I sit there stunned as scary questions float in my teenage mind. What is minor surgery? What is going on and is he going to be ok? Why? When? OMG As if he can see the swirl of storms in my mind, he calmly explains what the problem is. He can't stop going the bathroom - its a prostate thing that needs to be removed. I just thought he was drinking too much water at night. Dad said he'd pack his overnight bag in advance so we could be ready to leave Saturday afternoon. Friday night I could hardly sleep. I tossed and turned. I just wished I was at my fast food job at KFC and bringing him leftovers from when I closed the restauran