Sometimes I think that being a Dad might be the hardest job in the world. Yes, it’s usually the thankless role of being a mother that gets all the hardest-job-in-the-world accolades, but every so often I wonder about what it takes to be a father, especially today. I know I could never do it. But my Dad and my brother are both fine examples of how it can be done – if not perfectly, at least pretty damn well. That’s the problem with Dads – they’re never perfect, and their sons never let them forget it. Hopefully I’ve shown my Dad that, imperfections and all, I love him. Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out all – especially mine.
