Father’s Day when my daughters were little was about the hand print in plaster on a paper plate, or the ash tray from art class I never used, (I never smoked, but still have both). Today its about spending time with my girls, and even though one is living in Michigan, the other two were here to help deliver all the presents. The first was being picked up and taken to a beauty salon to get a manicure and pedicure. I never get one of these myself, because I believe I can take care of those split nails, and jagged edges myself. Women don’t think that way. By the way at Ella Bliss Beauty Bar on Broadway, they do that while you enjoy a glass of wine, or in my case a barley pop. After that it was on to my favorite Pizza place, Denver Deep Dish up on 38th in the highlands. We enjoyed a masterpiece on their deck. From there downtown to the Pavilions where I enjoyed a frosty cold beer while watching the U.S… Open. (Yes there was a theme here…get Dad a beer). It wasn’t finished there, the youngest then cooked me an amazing dinner complete with grilled corn, steak, and chocolate covered strawberries. Amazing. All of my daughters are so different. The oldest is an A personality seller, the middle a preachers’ wife math teacher, and the third a socialite army private. I would not want them to be any other way than the way they are, and that is VERY good to their dad on Father’s Day.