Happy Father's day to all you Fathers out there! I haven't heard it yet from my 2 20 somethings, but it's still only 8:30 AM Sunday morning and I haven't heard the pitter patter of little size 10s upstairs yet (they both live here still). I never knew my Father as he died when I was only 16 months old. Mom remarried to an old bachlor named Ted who over the years became a real Dad. Dad raised my older sister and myself as his own as well as my younger half brother and sister by Mom. Dad did this very much in defiance of his "Father's" wishes and his Father went to his grave hating Dad and his "used family". Old Irv missed out on so much trying to make Dad's and my life misrable. Mom and Dad are buried in Dad's family plot at the cemetary. Funny part of this is, when I go to the cemetary today I'll stand right on Irv's face as I pay my respects to Dad and Mom.