The Taste of Regret

The following story does not promote or condone eating nachos.

In 2019 there was a family reunion. My mom, dad and I drove from Verona, Wisconsin to Big Sky, Montana to spend a week reintroducing ourselves to my dad’s family; most of whom we see every other presidential election cycle or when somebody dies. It was the most time I’d spent in a car with my parents in many years. I had forgotten about how my mother is prone to comment on everything in sight.