A few years ago, several moms from my son’s third grade class decided to create a monthly “book club.” So I decided to level the playing field and start my own “book club” with some of the dads from the same social circle. Only this monthly man-gathering would not pretend to be as intellectually curious as our feminine counterparts. No, this “book club” would be nothing more cerebral than a bunch of neighborhood “dads” getting together to play a friendly game of Cards. And drink wine. Yes, wine.
