I would have picked this theme on Mother’s Day, but I got distracted by the Seals blowing away bin Laden. So, with apologies to Mom, on this Father’s Day, (“A bullshit holiday made up by Hallmark®”, my father would say as he then proceeded to remember his and every other father he ever met), rather than a barbecue or a ballgame, I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have had the father, (and mother), I was cosmically dealt. All this self-indulgent blogging would not exist if I hadn’t been instilled with my dad’s passion for making everything better. His rare blend of disgruntled optimism, (“Most everything stinks, but I’m hopeful for the future”), embracing the best life offers, (family, music, art, the wonders of nature…), while railing against the cruelty, intolerance and inanity of man, is my legacy. And humor; whether the subtle irony that was dad’s style or my mom’s very special and hysterical point of view, is the tether that keeps me gravitationally connected. They taught me to never seek to have too much and to never think of what I have as too little. They held me close and let me go in equal measure. They loved me unconditionally, (you still do, right, Mom?), and I follow their example with family and friends, (conditions any of you may have perceived are bi-polar anomalies and don’t count). I often told my dad how lucky I felt and I feel especially lucky that I can still tell my mom almost every day.

Happy day!