Home Alone
The college grad next door helps me move some stuff around“We’re boarding now. Call you when we land.” With that text from my wife Cindy, my ten days of bachelorhood officially began. She was off for a girls’ trip to the UK, touring castles, drinking tea, wearing fancy hats. All the stuff one does once the kids are out of the house and there’s more disposable income about. I’d feigned all the “babe, I’ll miss you so much” and “ten days is a long time” but we both knew a short br...