I got a glimpse of Frank of the future the other night. Future-Frank is much like present-Frank, bright and considerate and wanting to be in control. He’s also a good host. My glimpse came in a hotel room in Louisville, Ky., where the five of us went for a quick getaway vacation. Late Friday night, after everyone else was asleep and I was about to close my book and turn off my light, Frank popped up and said, “So you had a good time tonight?” “Yes, I did. I really had fun,” I told him. “Good,” he said, nodding his head, and then he went off to sleep. That night, Caroline and I had attended a touring production of “Jersey Boys.” Yes, “Jersey Boys” played in Chicago for more than two years, and somehow we never made it, but it was a good show, lots of fun, great music. At the same time, Tony, Frank and Teresa took in a Louisville Bats baseball game. They watched the home team beat the Charlotte Knights 5-2 before heading to the theater to pick up Caroline and me. The evening’s entertainment was the centerpiece of the trip that Frank put together for us. He really wanted to make sure the family got to go somewhere during one of the few weeks that he and Caroline were not in summer camp. But we weren’t interested in going anywhere too far with Teresa. She’s a good baby (aren’t they all?), but not everyone on a train or a plane wants to listen to a baby cry, and we didn’t see the point of making them if we didn’t have to. So we told Frank we needed to go somewhere in reasonable driving distance, somewhere there was something Frank would like (think sports) and something Caroline would like (think performing arts) and a hotel that would accommodate all of us comfortably. So Frank found Louisville and badgered us until we got the tickets for the play and the baseball game and made reservations for the Embassy Suites. While he did all the research online, when it comes time to enter a credit card number, we take over. So we all piled into the car and drove to Louisville. The older kids now understand why travel takes longer with a baby; we made it from the North Side of Chicago to Merrillville, Ind. (42 miles), before we had to make our first stop. Teresa, I think, enjoyed different sights and sounds and acclimated herself to a different environment. Still, I think she seemed happy to be home Sunday evening. Frank was happy, too, when he went off to baseball camp Monday morning, his new Louisville Slugger bat in his equipment bag. He wasn’t happy just because he had a good trip; he was happy because he made a good trip for everyone.