I’ve managed to stretch my first Father’s Day into a whole weekend. It started Friday night and with any luck I’ll still be celebrating Monday morning. But in the midst of all this raucous debauchery I wanted to give a shout out to the women who made all this possible: my mom, my wife, my daughter. And of course I’ve got to give props to my own father, whom I now enjoy calling Grandpa Ray. Thanks y’all. Without your cooperative efforts I wouldn’t ensconced in glory.

  1. I celebrated my third Father’s Day by also having a birthday and playing the LonPaul Ellrich Memorial Concert. We raised almost $5,000 for his boy Rupert’s college fund.

    So now I’m 37. And a dad. And alive.

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