Off the clock

The rest of it.The part that isn't search.

The kids are launched and the house is quieter. Sarah and I have filled the gap with bourbon, overambitious dinners and a travel list longer than our vacation days.

Tod Hirsch and his wife Sarah smiling inside a van on a road trip
01My beautiful wife Sarah and me on one of our many adventures.
Tod Hirsch with high school friends at a San Francisco Giants game, the Bay Bridge behind them
02Giants game with high school friends.
Tod Hirsch giving a thumbs up beside a Thai restaurant poster advertising a "Tod Tod" happy tray
03The Thai language thinks my name means “fried” apparently!

Empty nesting is less an ending than an unsupervised second act.

Tod Hirsch and his family outdoors with Diego, a large bird perched on a falconry glove
04Family adventures with a large bird named Diego!

Family and friends stay the center of this, even when the map disagrees. Our kids live their own lives now. Our closest people are spread across a few time zones. So we book the flights, keep the group text loud and show up when showing up matters.

The bourbon habit started small. One bottle, then a shelf, then a ranking system nobody asked for. Sarah has learned to nod while a new pour gets described at length.

I cook like a man with more equipment than skill. Fourteen steps, three pans and a lot of leftovers. Some nights produce a great meal. Some produce a great story.

Sarah and I travel whenever the calendar cracks open. Sonoma for a weekend. St. Thomas and Cabo when we want salt water. Scotland and Ireland next year, where the bourbon research quietly becomes whiskey research.

  • Roseville, CA
  • Dad
  • Slow cook, fast learner

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