Oh, Serge

WHILE WRITING THIS COLUMN has been one of the joys of my life, it's not without its pains. Sometimes I recall moments of sadness, sometimes they're of regret. Other times, I just feel stupid. Like today. Let me explain.

I learned about being a man at a very young age. Like most kids of my generation, my father got up early and drove to work every day. My mother stayed at home, looking after the kids and keeping up the household. If it was the weekend, my dad stayed home. If he was sick...