Sunday, of course, is Father’s Day. That admittedly silly holiday that falls so close to my birthday it feels to me like a seamless 10-day celebration of self. No complaints.
Every day I become more and more aware of the fact that I am becoming my own dad. This used to scare me, but I’m now completely comfortable with it.
On a recent trip to my hometown of Binghamton, New York, seeing some friends I hadn’t seen in a while, I came to an even more startling (or perhaps not so startling) discovery…
We are all becoming our dads.
Yup. Every guy I know in 2018 is basically the picture I have of his dad in 1989.
And I’m fine with it.