A Dad’s Thoughts On Fathers’ Day

I’m a Dad, and today is Fathers’ Day. It doesn’t feel any different from a normal day — except that when Kish and I went to have breakfast this morning in Willsboro, New York, the waitress called me “honey” and told me that my meal was half price in honor of Fathers’ Day. I had pancakes in grateful celebration.

I don’t want or need anything material for Fathers’ Day. No cologne or ties or “No. 1 Dad” coffee cup, thank you very much. Yesterday we got to see Russell at his new place in Brooklyn, and I have been happily reading Richard’s posts about his travels in Europe. What more do I need?

I can’t speak for all Dads, of course, but this Dad just wants the children who have made him a Dad in the first place to be safe, secure, happy, and making their way in the world. This Dad wants them to be proud of themselves, to be good citizens and good people, and to be capable, interested, active participants in their communities and the world at large. When I see signs of those things with our boys, it is the best Fathers’ Day present I could possibly get.

Happy Fathers’ Day to every other proud Dad in the Dad-i-verse.

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Big Bro B-day

Today is my older brother Jim’s birthday.

We shared a bedroom the first 13 years of my life, he’s put up with my foibles and quirks with good humor for more than 50 years, he has stayed skinny and black-haired even as the years have weighed heavily on the rest of us, and he now lives an easy-going and comfortable partially retired lifestyle.

In honor of this birthday, I labored hard to compose this brief ditty, to be sung to the tune of Frere Jacques:

Happy Birthday,

Happy Birthday,

Brother Jim,

Brother Jim,

You are 55 now,

You are 55 now,

You don’t look it,

You don’t look it.

Happy Birthday!