A different type of Father’s Day today. My dad’s in England, and doesn’t even know it’s Father’s Day. Charlene’s dad is in hospital, and we can’t see him. (He’s in much more pain today as well). We went to the Outback after church and had this coming year’s quota of red meat. Nothing says Happy Father’s Day like an 11 ounce steak, jacket potato, caesar salad, and Cinnamon Oblivion with one’s family. We stopped at the airport on the way home to watch planes take off, and then came home to some gifts and cards. A good day indeed.