It’s Fathers’ Day, and I am one of those very very lucky mid 50’ers who actually still have a father. Albeit, he is miserable because of a couple of reasons. First, he wants to be in Atlantic City today, a beautiful, warm, sunny day instead of surrounded by us noisy and rambuncious kids. Second, he just abut has everything he could possibly ever own, and has already received all the gifts anyone could possibly give him, throughout a long life. But he loves the attention, no matter what he may say, and we love him.