What Happened on the Wagon?

Two weeks away, trotting the globe from Costa Rica to Tunisia, and this is what I come back to? Actually, it’s hard to say whether DadWagon itself changed while I was gone, much as it’s hard to say whether Sasha grew into an adult at the same time.

But clearly, something happened in the past couple of weeks! For example, my fellow wagoneers brought in a temporary replacement, Gabe Soria, who is apparently not a manny. Which is a good thing because apparently he’s constantly hungover and letting his kid watch hallucinatory YouTube videos.

Christopher, who’s most comfortable bringing to our notice dubious scientific studies (e.g., men lie!), took a dip into an atypical slice of pop culture by defending Sean P. Diddy Puff Daddy Combs from the evil Martin Bashir, although he did somehow find a way to bring up his devotion to public transportation.

Nathan, meanwhile, has gone completely over the edge, perhaps from too much sun exposure in the Dry Tortugas (side note: don’t ever give your girlfriend/wife/mistress a Wet Tortuga without plenty of warning; she won’t soon forgive you). Lately, he’s taken to writing Silversteinische doggerel, which he claims is simply a translation from a Weimar-era German named Ringelnatz. If you believe that, then perhaps I can interest you in purchasing a nice river-spanning piece of iron in my neighborhood?

Oh, and would you believe that that guy Theodore used the blog to vent his spleen and piss people off? Apparently, telling middle-aged women they shouldn’t have kids, or don’t have to have kids, or, well, something about not having kids ever, at all, somehow makes said middle-aged women upset. And as if that wasn’t enough, he shat on Parents Magazine, which generously dubbed our beloved Website “a little better than most blogs.” Thank you, Theodore, and thank you, Parents.

(Incidentally, it’s nice to note that you readers didn’t exactly change your behavior during my absence. This search term, for example, cropped up just over the weekend.)

Anyway, now I’m back at the helm of this wagon, so you should expect a bit more from us in the next couple of weeks. But don’t get huffy if there isn’t a post up at 8:30 a.m. sharp every day. If you do, we’ll sic Theodore on you.

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Matt Gross writes about travel and food for the New York Times, Saveur, Gourmet, and Afar, where he is a Contributing Writer. When he’s not on the road, he’s with his wife, Jean, and daughter, Sasha, in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn.

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