What A Lucky Guy Gets For Father's Day
Despite my present circumstances, I consider myself a very lucky guy.
My older son called me on Saturday, one day ahead, and wished me a "Happy Father's Day."
On Sunday morning, I talked to several male friends who are dads themselves and wished them a "Happy Father's Day." I also wrote about the guys at San Quentin -- with whom I
visited on Saturday night -- and the struggle they're all working on to be better dads.
On Sunday, besides having some success with the repairs on my kayak, I managed to pick up my car from "The Car Mart" -- where it sat on dispaly with its "For Sale" signs for the weeknd. The bike trip to pick it up went without incident; on Friday, by contrast, after leaving the car, I managed to challenge gravity and ended up doing an "endo" -- over the hanldebars on to some pavement.
TJ, my 31 year old son (from Patty's first marriage), called me to wish me a good day. We had a nice talk.
Last night, Father's Day, Alexander took me out for Chinese food and we took it to Spring Lake for a picnic where we could see the golden, steep hills and observe some turkey vultures looking for some food. Moo shu pork, orange chicken, pork fried rice: very nice.
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