I told my dad “Happy Father’s Day” in person. He doesn’t use Facebook. As a matter of fact, he doesn’t use computers. He probably can’t find the “on” button if he wanted. There comes a time when a man’s lack of knowledge, need, and general use of modern technology becomes badass. He can tree a bear and tear down a ’53 John Deere all in one day. I don’t ask him for advice on choosing cell phones. But I’ll use that cell phone to call him if I’m broken down on the side of the road. You’re out of luck if you want his advice on politics. But he’s a damn good judge of character. If you’re wanting to take him out to sample some ethnic foods, you might as well stay at home. But he’ll make you the best pot of beans in Botetourt County. He can’t crunch numbers at a desk, but he can bale hay till the sun drops. He’s not much on modern music, but he can build a fence straighter than a sprint to the outhouse. You can’t count on him to talk about his emotions, but you can always count on him to do the right thing. He doesn’t know anything about authors or literature, but he’s got more common sense than any person I’ve met.
There’s a lot of things my dad can’t do. But the things he can do, he does them well. Gentlemen, I invite you to figure out what being a man and a father means to you. Understand that you will never be perfect. There are a lot of aspects that go into making a good man and father. Far too many to perfect. So grasp a few, and strive to master them.