Yesterday was my dad’s 70th birthday. So we all took him for a ride in a Hummer limousine. We drank champagne and glided through my hometown, gazing through tinted windows that bathed the world in orange and gold.

For a while, we were rock stars with no Visa bills, no fleas in the carpet, no teenage angst. We were untouchable in our spaceship with the twinkling ceiling; Dad in the center, 70 but looking 55, in his heart 17.