It has been quite a wild day as we rush around doing last minute shopping for the upcoming Father’s day. Given that both Trina and my parents live in Idaho, we are a little tardy in this. My dad has come to expect that his present will not arrive actually on Father’s Day but should be there sometime before the fourth of July. I will try to call him although he will probably be on a boat fishing somewhere. At the very least, I will send an e-mail knowing full well that my dad checks his e-mail once a year when it is raining to hard to go fishing or there is to much wind to go goose hunting. I have a lot of admiration for my dad, he has taught me many valuable lessons in life which has helped mold me into the person I am today. Besides, through borrowing his tools, I have been able to accumulate quite a collection myself. It is always difficult shopping for my dad for any occasion. It is not that I don’t love him or want to get him the perfect gift. Rather on the contrary, I would love to come up with something he would love and cherish. But after sixty years on this planet, my dad has accumulated a lot of stuff and doesn’t really need anything else. I am left to ponder what would be appropriate to send to him. In the past couple of years it has been relatively easy. I sent him something nice from the team shop. Now though, I am not sure he needs another Diamondbacks polo shirt or another hat. So I am left wondering what I should do. As I wandered around the mall, my gaze goes from display to display looking for something to catch my eye. I was fascinated with the singing fish but I’m not sure my dad would appreciate such a cultural gift. Not to mention my mom would kill me for introducing such an item into her decor. I guess the search will continue.


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