Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there.
I suppose it was mean of me to make my 77-year-old father come over and move junk out of my basement all afternoon yesterday. However, it did all belong to him and he left a good 50% of it behind.
This is what my dad looked like when I was a kid. He owned a dojo back then, and he taught judo and competed in tournaments. We used to have hours of greenish Super-8 film footage of martial arts competitions shot in dim, fluorescent-lit gymnasiums.
I've been so busy cleaning the house this weekend that I haven't secured a Father's Day gift yet. I'll make sure to add that to my agenda.