My mom recently
told me that my dad described me as “a good gift giver.” I think I’ve been
trying to make up for a pair of hunter green Gap pants that I gave him in the
early ’90s (he’s more of a denim man). Since then, I’ve gifted him a juicer,
which he loved until he admitted it was too hard to clean; an iPod for his
classic rock favorites; a frozen meat delivery service; an electric toothbrush;
and a mug featuring photos from his 60th birthday cruise (“the best
time of my life,” he said).