Stories from Sunday, June 18, 2006

As fathers all across the country force a smile at their pocket screwdriver sets and gaudiest of ties, the holiday takes me back to memories of my father and I. Without breaking into a rendition of "Cats in the Cradle," let me take you back a bit. I can remember trying to pry him off the couch and away from some race in Pocono long enough for us to get some throwing done in the yard...