Happy Father’s Day to the man brave enough to knowingly bring a creature into this world with half of my DNA.
I was tempted to title this post with the simple hashtag #dirtnapdadday but felt that could be a bit too triggering and soooooo unlike my usual gallows humor so I thought I’d tone it down a bit.
Like a good Number 2 Ticonderoga pencil, I’m dulling with age.
As with most Jamey-driven holidays, I’ve decided to let The Child decide what we’re doing today.
Since it seems like it’ll be a nice day in the Dirty Jerz, she’s asked to go visit his grave outside of the Pine Barrens(where we’ll likely also be unknowingly treading on the “graves” of half of the Gambino crime syndicate).
Probably take a trip down the shore to Ocean City from there, grab some pizza at NOT Manko and Manko’s(or whatever it’s called this year) and head home, possibly stopping at the Padre Pio shrine.
If our day sounds a bit familiar, it is–entirely. Although his gravesite is a hike for us, it allows us to “make a day” out of the trip.
We get to be out in nature, have some fun at the beach and eat pizza.
Hope all the dads out there get a chance to do what you like today.
–Kim and Cael