What About the Good Fathers?
A couple of months ago, I started to write a piece about all the celebration-and-recognition days, weeks, and months in America. Proud of this, hurray for that. Participation trophies for civic workers who are left-handed, and are missing a toe.
I gave up after an hour. There are too many of these Special Days. Far too many for any country that wants to call itself sane. I also stopped thinking about all the people who plan and stage the events; the ridiculous amount of time spent, the goofy work put in; the wall to wall mindless self-congratulation.
I did notice there was no Day set aside for fathers—I mean fathers who work hard and earn a living for their families and help raise their children and set an example. Don’t talk to me about the traditional once a year Father’s Day. It’s empty. Vapid.
I think there should be a whole month. FATHERS WHO EARN A LIVING FOR THEIR FAMILIES. Because it isn’t easy.
If men who gather together in the woods and beat drums and talk about their
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