Father's Day was spent in lovely Strongsville, Ohio -- swimming at the local recreation facility with the boys (who don't actually swim, but had a grand time in the kiddie pool).

We were, in fact, scheduled to visit the 38th Street Odd Job on the weekend before our Ohio trip, but had to cancel when John Paul puked as we were getting ready to leave. Fearing another Roto-Virus Road Trip, we decided to stay in that day. So if there are bags of cheap consumer goods waiting for us in Brooklyn (and, let's face it, of course there are), they'll have to wait a bit longer until we pick them up.

And I do hope there's a miner's helmet in the mix; I would wear it on the commuter train in the morning. Just to see people's reactions.