When we first started visiting California in the summertime, the littles were, well, little, and I worked for a company that allowed me a few weeks vacation time each year. The years passed, and as they grew, I took a position with Four Seasons that allowed me to spend time with them by working from home.
Basically, anywhere my computer and phone happen to be.
Johnny, however, needs to be in the office, so a compromise was made. I remain in California with the littles and he commutes, Monday through Thursday, back to Arizona.
Over the years, we've developed traditions around this process of leave and return. On the evenings that Johnny returns to California, the littles and I pick him up at the airport and we go to the Fish Market. For ten years or more, Juan has worked behind the bar and every visit we enjoy his incredible cooking.
The littles and I also have a dinner tradition. Monday afternoons, we look at each other laugh... Yummy Sushi. Why we started going there, I cannot say. We simply always have. Last night being no exception.
No one even orders sushi, and each time we leave, one will remark... that wasn't really good. The rest agree, and yet we keep going.
Last night, as I watched both pick at their meals, I'd had enough... Why do we come here if you don't like it?
And their reply?
Because, its tradition.
Ah, yes, tradition. Tradition is good, I will be the first to admit. We can count on tradition. Tradition causes no surprise. But, tradition for the sake of tradition? Um, no. I don't think so.
How about we try some place different next week? Perhaps its time to change it up a bit.
Their reply?
Oh, please! Can we??
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