Just returned from a visit with my mom and dad and brother, Steve, who all live in Fort Lauderdale. It was a dad/ daughter trip, as Kristina enjoyed her first days of winter break by heading to the original site of "Where the Boys Are." Trouble was, not too many boys when you're traveling with your dad. We drove by the Elbo Room every day but never stopped. Ahh, she will have to return again with her Florida friends she met in Paris.

We had a wonderful experience just hanging out though. One thing that continues to intrigue me. It is always a bit unsettling when you see "the boys" eying your daughter. No full on rudeness, again, daddy in tow, but the glances and "check outs" are hilarious and at the same time a bit creepy.

As a dad, you have to make the call early. Am I going to frown at every guy who even glances at his daughter and give a "What are yooou looking at" stare? Or worse, say it like Travis, from "Taxi Driver," "You talkin' to me?"- style?

Settled on sucking in my gut, straightening my posture, and blessing them.

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