We can assume with a certain, sociological certitude that millions, if not skabillions, of fathers around the planet were overcome today by distinct sadness and utter discouragement. After honing their finest brands of Artisan Fathering all year, many awoke expecting discreet, modest celebrations of their accomplishments and perhaps an expensive present or two to annually honor their fine displays of fatherhood. Sadly, just as many fathers awoke to a silence rooted in the forgetfulness of their loved ones, followed by lists Sunday of chores from their spouses, and half-hearted good-morning from their spawn, squeezing just a bit of joy from the day only when the Top 40 Radio DJ wished them their Happy Father’s Day in a grotesquely over-spirited way.
But not Tufters.
Happy Father’s Day, particularly to my own father who taught me to love the beach and the creatures thereabouts.