After two days in the car with your closest loved ones, however misguided the road trip, I'd say two of these is a requirement.
We saddled up to the bar at the Union Oyster House in Boston. We ordered clams and oysters. We channeled Daniel Webster.
When called for dinner, we ended up here... in JFK's favorite booth.
I recall the drink, the clams and the lobster while cooped up in my office or having the following argument...
Kid: why must I wear a bike helmet?
Me: Because thousands of people every year lose one or more of their faculties when conking their skulls on the curb, oak trees or parked cars.
Kid: I am very careful.
Me: Tough. I like all of your intact faculties. Wear the helmet.
Kid: No one else wears a helmet and I look like a dork.
Me: Your brother wears a helmet.
Kid: You hate me. I want a cell phone.