father.

in the name of the father?
maybe.
it's father's day.
all dang day long.
and i'm immersed in fatherly flavor.
don't forget about those Y chromosomes, my ninjas.
you know who i saw this morning?
yuuuuup.
my dad.
the duder who started it all, y'all.
huh?
no.
he isn't at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and neither am i.
the woodsly goodness has gotten rid of me for a few.
what?
yes.
i am in the worst weak-sauce waterbaby state
on the eastern seaboard.
awwwwww, man.
after working late,
and packing light,
we barreled down the highways in the deep dark, kids.
that's that secret-mission late-night road warrior sh!t.
we've got a spate of dads to doo-doo some
family togetherness action alongside today.
heck,
harvest and maple are here too.
without my daughters around,
it would've just been a day in connecticut.
which is to say:
super-gay.
as it is, it's still half-gay.
connecticut is just like that.
anyway,
it's a deluxe paternal power play, neighbors.
we GOT they.
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there's a lot going on,
and it's all really happening.
it's a day for me, kinda,
but you can bet we're not doing much about that.
that's the dad's day reality.
dad's don't win.
breakfast?
nope.
big fun?
no chance.
knowing best?
being the worst?
probably;
never quiet, never soft.....