Hey, Father’s Day is on Sunday! Wait, you are saying, suddenly even more sweaty, confused, and anachronistic than usual—aren’t we in April? Aren’t we in April of 2013? No, we are not in April of 2013. We are in June of ... [fumbles with phone for five embarrassing minutes] oh, wow, 2015! that’s bananas! ... and…
Here's a story I wrote a few years ago about watching Dog Day Afternoon on TV late one afternoon with my Dad:
Another Father's Day story. This one by Pat Jordan. "Dad's Visit," originally published in AARP back in 2006:
Father's Day is a con. Every year, I expect to have a Father Day's filled with unlimited blackjack and gunfire-scented cologne, and every year it ends up being like every other goddamn NFL-free Sunday in existence. Father's Day is supposed to be MY day, but most of the time my family abandons any pretense of me being…
The Bruins Stanley Cup parade didn't go as well as Jennifer Nottage, her six-year-old daughter Alyana and 12-year-old son Elijah had hoped. Here's Nottage's email account of what happened on a commuter-rail stop's escalator, courtesy of Universal Hub:
Got an image you'd like to see in here first thing in the morning? Send it to email@example.com. Subject: Morning crap
I guess this is also as good a time as any to wish a rip roarin' Father's Day to my dad. Since I can't see him today, wishing it electronically is the next best thing. The scary part is that he and I are way too similar, probably more than I'd like. Same round face. Same inability to share possessions. Same back hair.…
Well, it's Father's Day on Sunday, and nowhere in the world of entertainment are there more fathers — known and otherwise — than in the world of sports. The Shawn Kemp picture is an obvious joke, an obvious joke we were completely helpless to resist.