Sunday, Father's Day, I spent much of the day with my son Mark. In the morning, we went float fishing on the Roanoke River. Although the fishing was poor (we only caught one small smallmouth between the two of us), I don't think either one of us minded too much. It was just good to talk about fishing, sports, school (both of us are school teachers) and life in general.
That evening, we watched the NBA finals game between Miami and San Antonio. Neither one of us is a fan of either of the teams, but that didn't matter. We analyzed coaching strategy, play selection, and fantastic - and poor - plays.
The poor fishing and indifference to who won the game are not what I will remember about this day. What I will remember is experiencing one of my best Father's Days ever. I have been extremely fortunate in my life to have a wonderful wife Elaine and two wonderful children in Sarah and Mark and now even a fine son-in-law David and grandchildren, Sam and Eli.