I have a confession to make. I spent three decades in Silicon Valley building the digital infrastructure that was supposed to liberate humanity. What I discovered instead was that I’d become a master of what Cory Doctorow calls “enshittification” — the art of creating products that seem good at first, but slowly decay as they extract ever more value from human attention.
By 2016, I was experiencing a crisis of conscience. My daughter was struggling. Young people everywhere were drowning in social media addiction and despair. And I realized that the technology world had fundamentally failed at the one job that matters most: teaching young people how to become resilient, compassionate adults.
It took another eight years to find the courage to escape from the Silicon Valley bubble, but at age sixty, with no job and nothing left to lose, I loaded my electric truck with a shotgun, my scruffy Spanish Water Dog, and a question that would obsess me for the next year: How did we lose our way in parenting? And can Americans still remember what it means to raise boys into men — and young people into citizens?
What I discovered on my 8,500 mile journey across Trump Country, small-town America, and the heartland wasn’t what I expected. I didn’t find villains. I found something worse: a generation of young people so untethered from real-world experience, so addicted to screens, and so starved for genuine guidance that many couldn’t distinguish between their online identities and who they actually were.
But I also found something hopeful: ordinary Americans who still understood that parenting is the most sacred responsibility we have — and that our national crisis isn’t a political one, it’s a parenting crisis.
Travels With Paco is part travelogue, part confession, and part roadmap for reclaiming what makes us human in an age of algorithms. It’s a meditation on what we’ve lost, what we still have time to save, and how one man and his dog came to understand that the path to American redemption runs through our children.
I live in the San Francisco Bay Area with my wife and two Spanish Water Dogs, but I now spend much of my time on the road, meeting with parents, educators, and young people about the future we’re building for the next generation.
— Arthur Morgan (“In Real Life”*)



