Exits: The goal is the strain

The Cleveland Cavaliers could use some discomfort, and the shifting strains of family travel.

Not really realizing anything was wrong until my mom asks me on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant if I’m okay, then tearing up. Inside, my dad got up with some difficulty from the table and stood in the narrow aisle drinking his beer, then nearly walked backwards into one of the servers carrying a tray of steaming hoto noodle bowls and snapped at …