Fatherhood: Photo Op in the Danger Zone (How not to feel like Tom Cruise)

I’m stuck in the Nevada desert—semi-hung-over in an airplane hangar that’s like all the scenes in Top Gun rolled into one: banners, bi-planes and a bar, shuffleboard and a jukebox that plays Kenny Loggins and the Everly Brothers (no Europe, thank God). And I’m pissed off at everyone. Well not everyone, but a lot of the guys I usually like: My three-year-old son, my dad, Tom Cruise, Kingsley Amis, and of course, my stupid self. I’ll go through them in