Father’s Day is always a day of mixed emotions in my house. My oldest has a relationship with his father, and is now a father, himself. My middle child has no relationship at all with his father, and gets quite pissed off if you refer to him as that. He’ll tell you in a heartbeat, “I have no father…I have a sperm donor.” And my youngest...

Well, folks – I’m starting my 47th year on this big, flying ball of carbon. If you’ve hung out here for any length of time, you know I’ll use any excuse I can to try out a new theme for this site. And so I’ve changed things up a bit using my birthday as the excuse, this time. This one’s a little more organized-looking, still with...