Here we are on Father’s Day and the first day of summer. What bliss. The Great White Heron is back from his adventures for Father’s Day. MJ Aaron, Jonathon, and I are going to lunch. I like lunch. Storms ater after the barbecues.

We search for fathers…we all do. When I was a manager, I tried to treat my staff with the care of a father. In turn, many of them were father figures to me. I never saw my Dad after six years old. I thought he was the Bees Knees and better than sliced bread, yet he left without a forwarding address. When the kids talked about their Dads I knew I had one somewhere out there. I think my initial attraction to church was Christ as a Father and the kindness of a pastor who had a fatherly attitude.

Aaron, Jonathon, and MJ are the core of my life. I think of little in the singular other than blogging and walking for health. Family is of supreme importance to me. I am a kind man unless you come against my boys or wife, then I am a bit of a Grizzly.

Today, fathers all over the world will be wondering what their children are thinking. The children are wondering the same about Dad. Dad’s skills can be used throughout life. The President could think of us as his kids and want only the best for them. He might want to see his kids clothed, fed, and happy. The President would not want anyone to marginalize his kids.

A Father’s Day Dream. Or a Father’s Day Nightmare?

Father’s Day is hope for the future and love for the past. I see Dad carrying me on his shoulders. I felt like the king of the world. I wanted to be like him.