After a long and enjoyable weekend (more on that later), I’m left exhausted, but I wanted to make sure I got on here to tell the blogosphere: my dad is a kick-ass dad. He’s a musician, a photographer, a poet, an artist, and grower of excellent beards. When I was little, he’d entertain me with two characters (his right and left hands) named Poco and Velcro. In high school, he sat patiently while I played him Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness in its entirety. Now, he talks poetry with my friends and comes to my burlesque shows. What more could a girl ask for?
So Happy Father’s Day to him, and to all the kick-ass dads I know!