My wife and I have three children, all boys. The day I am starting this story is the 37th anniversary of our marriage. Due to our schedules, she’s in Ohio and I am in Arizona. Tomorrow I am driving to Los Angeles to watch one of my favorite rock bands, (Garbage), perform at the Greek Theater. My dad once remarked that he never thought he’d have a kid who was 30 years old. I now know that feeling as our oldest is now 34, our boys all spread apart in years. Because there are a number of years separating our boys, it’s easy for me to compartmentalize the child rearing into ‘eras’. Early Ohio, early marriage is the Mitch era. Louisiana belongs to Corey. Tim then gets our California years.