I wish a happy Father’s Day to all of the dads out there. It has occurred to me that some of you might be wondering why I have never written a blog entry about my father. It’s because if I did, it would probably depress you even more than did my recent blog entry about suicide. Suffice to say that when it came to helping my wife raise our two children, whenever a child-rearing issue came up, I usually found success by thinking about what my father would have done in the given situation, and then doing the exact opposite.
To end this on a lighter note, here’s Groucho Marx singing “Father’s Day,” a song by his old pal Harry Ruby (who also co-wrote “Hooray for Captain Spaulding”).