Today I had a quite suitable Father's Day morning, and not just because I got out of the house by myself. During my errands--drug store, diner, grocery store, bank--every counter worker, cashier, or whatever wished me a happy Father's Day. And I didn't even have the little nibbler Bjorned to my chest or nothin'. These are the very nice people who've seen the four of us around and who know what our "usuals" are. A big benefit of living in the same place for as long as we have.
These errands were preparation for how I will celebrate Father's Day this year--by renting a car and driving off for some R&R (to the extent that's possible) in a place remarkable for its overabundance of nothing. No broadband, no wireless, no cable, and only a local paper whose front-page stories usually involve the tide schedules. Back in a week.
