but then, neither my dad nor my step dad give a shit about the fact that I have this blog, nor take any satisfaction from my existence or accomplishments.
In fact, neither will read this, nor hear of it, from anyone I know or am related to.
Simply, Father's Day... something for other guys to enjoy. My fathers don't.
If your dad is around, and wasn't a drunk, didn't take off many states away to avoid paying child support in the old days before the internet and laws the revoke drivers licenses for deadbeat dads, then - show up unexpectedly and share a couple cold beers with him.
If your ol dad was more than Baskerville's nickname, and taught you all the games, the skills, the ways of the world and how to date girls, (and because there are 2 women that read this blog, if your dad told you how to get the good guy from all the assholes among the boys out there, and chose the right kind of guy to be a great husband, and father to your kids) shake his hand and thank him for putting you ahead of the pack on the path to success.
If your dad gave you the love for good books, good baseball bats, the right deodorant, told you to not use cologne, showed you to shave with the grain unless you're going on a date - then against the grain for the smoothest skin your girl can enjoy kissing without whisker burn, and helped you figure out the damned wiring mess the last owner of your neat old 60s car.
If your dad shared a love for good music, gave you the family record player and albums, made sure you appreciated the variety from Johnny Cash to CCR, Little River Band to Loverboy, Hendrix to Judas Priest, Chuck Berry to Beastie Boys, ZZ Top to AC DC, Guns and Roses, Zeppelin, and the Scorps, plus appreciated good old country like Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, BoxCar Willie, Hank Williams Sr (fuck jr's bullshit) Marty Robbins, and pointed out that Elvis was gospel AND rock, and surf movie goofy.
If your dad showed you how amazing movies can be, and got you hooked on Peter Jackson, Spielberg, Lucas, Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Princess Bride, Iron Man, Grumpy Old Men, Thin Man, Hitchcock, John Wayne, Jimmy Stewart, Audrey Hepburn, Katherine Hepburn, Arsenic and Old Lace, Saving Private Ryan, Tom Hanks, Spencer Tracy, Disney, Pixar, Glenn Ford, and Dean Martin
If your dad made sure you knew how good a Louis Lamour or Zane Grey western is, and a Tarzan adventure... plus, slipped you some change for comic books so you could get into the Avengers, Batman, and all the crazy other stuff out there in graphic novels...
If your dad let you ride in the back of the pick up, took you to the lake on hot days for a swim - then followed that up with a root beer float and Tombstone pizza, or went for the picnic thing but without the mushy sandwiches..
If your dad gave you Boy Scout upbringing, and a jack knife, taught you how to sharpen it so well you can shave the hair off your arm (without cutting into your veins!), and showed you how to tell an oak from a maple, what the birds, fish, and critters names were by sight, how to jump rope, play checkers, and cribbage....
Extra points if your dad bought you the Farrah poster, a BMX bike, skateboard, guitar and showed you some chords, good winter jackets, made you a theme bedroom, took you to a good sledding hill with a long plastic sled, or better yet, helped get you into a job mowing lawns or something that would earn you some bucks, so you could go in half on a snowmobile an outboard, and showed you where to go fishing.
If your dad started you out with a good used set of Craftsman tools... but by taking you to a swap meet for the good stuff, and made sure you understood to avoid the chinesium... not just handing you a credit card and dropping you off at NAPA
If your dad put you through college, bought you a car when you were in high school, taught you to use a tractor and earn a living, keep the family farm going, or passed onto you the family business - providing for you and his descendants the means of earning a living, and never wondering where your next paycheck will come from, never knowing what hunger is, never being unable to pay the bills...
then you are fortunate indeed, and owe a lot to your old man
If you're that guy I'm describing that was that cool dad, that paid for the wedding, the university education, had the talk with your new son in law back when he was a nervous first date and you met him at the door cleaning your shotgun and making sure he understood you'd bury his ass where no one would ever find it if he hurt your girl, showed your kids how play cards, win at rock paper scissors, sink a free throw, do a lay up, and dribble a basketball in the driveway using the garage as a backstop for the hoop - then damn it, you did good.
If you got your kids cell phones, I pads, and kept them from the ugly side of the internet, but still showed your kids the fun aspect of old black and white tv like the Munsters, the Honeymooners (hello ball!), and Roy Rogers... if you got your kids to laugh at the 3 Stooges, Abbot and Costello, and Laurel and Hardy...
Happy fathers day. I hope you watched a John Wayne movie, ate some BBQ from the grill, took a ride in your muscle car, and smoked the fucking tires for fun.
Would anyone like to add to this list of what a Dad ought to do for their son or daughter, OR add what you've made a goal or list of accomplishments in your kids development?