Father's Day Came and Went

Father's Day came and went. Friends who recently lost fathers, and fathers who recently lost sons, had the day to reflect. Plot's friend The Great Dance-nik watched a lot of TV. Plot's friend The Wave of Groove tried not to think about Jasper. Plot himself was a little bit envious at some of his family getting together in Southern Shmalifornia to eat ribs and watching the Shmlakers, but then he heard Barack Obama talk about being a father, and then he and Duck went to a local restaurant where everyone brought their kids and it was pleasantly chaotic.

I suppose the way we tie this all together is that the father is the big, fat strawberry, and the child is the small, slender strawberry. Both have the same green hair and red skin. Both have the same, juicy sense of humor. But they're really not the same at all. The little strawberry does not want to climb into the same basket as the big strawberry, to be sold at the Farmer's Market to some bloated ex-hippie who will eat them both. This metaphor is going nowhere.