I do in Ohio that I don’t do at home:
1. Drink Kroger coffee, the pre-ground kind, from a can.
2. Watch television. I have seen more episodes of the various incarnations of CSI and Law and Order than I care to enumerate.
3. Read catalogs featuring items like this and this.
4. Snoop around the basement. This trip, among the things I’ve found: daguerrotypes of relatives, several of my great-grandfather’s contractor badges, more of my grandmother’s jewelry, and my grandmother’s high school yearbook, which reveals that in 1937, they were still performing minstrel shows. Shiver.
5. Contemplate my parents’ and my own mortality. No, wait, I do that at home, too.
Y’all: if you don’t live with your parents, what do you do when you visit them that you don’t do at home?