A Message To All My Childless Male Readers

This past Sunday was Father's Day. It's the sixth one I've celebrated. Well, it's the fifth one I've celebrated. The first Father's Day was one of the worst days of my life. I spent it at a racetrack about six hundred miles away from my son who was still under four pounds at the time --- and that wasn't the worst of it. I wouldn't mind just forgetting Father's Day of 2009.