Trying to thank fathers (and mothers) for everything they do
is supremely silly and impossible, especially in one day. The only way to repay them is to try to make
grandkids for them that aren’t really annoying. But just because you can’t fully repay them
with a handwritten card or a burned cd (or nicer, more legitimate presents),
doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy a day together. This Father’s Day, my dad and I ate at a
soon-to-be closing restaurant that we used to visit weekly. The Armands’ pizza buffet was delicious as
usual, but the fuzzy memories of eating with my dad aren’t as temporary and I will
enjoy them long after Armands closes and I forget what their deep-dish pies taste like.
