Happy Father's Day

It were a good one.  Surfing an old 60s plank in mushy thigh high surf, the boy playing on the beach fifty yards ashore with friends, friend's dogs and odd bits of flotsam and/or jetsam (not mine to say).  Summer is a happy clam sitting on my shoulder whistling small tunes of impenitent insouciance. (Image of classic Curren Surfer poster unrelated in only the most particular ways.)  Happy Father's Day, two days on, granted, but no matter what she says, you still deserve the respect.