I’m Seeing Green has quite the story about leaving his son at the seats to get food at the US Open. He should rename his blog I’m Seeing Red. Here’s an excerpt from this ‘Only in New York’ kind of story.

The D gets cranky when hungry (as do I, according
to Elizabeth,) and refuses to give a pre-hunger warning, so when we
were waiting in Armstrong stadium for a match to start, I decided to
get us lunch. Had no idea how long it would take in line for hot-dogs
(20 mins) and that you had to wait to get back into the stadium at a
game break (5 mins). Back I came and two nearby moms informed me that
they had been about to call security on poor "abandoned" Dylan. This
seemed more than officious…here’s a perfectly content 8-1/2 year old
enjoying the match. When I suggested they were overreacting, one said
"…after all, this is New York!" and the other muttered something
about "being sorry if something happened". My reaction, flak suit
donned?