Tony and Jim

It's Father's Day and I have to give equal time to the fathers in our family.

I've written about my dad, Tony, in previous blogs. My dad worked nights most of my childhood. He would have his supper and head off to work. He was a bartender for a lot of years in my neighborhood. Walking through the neighborhood with my dad was like walking with the Mayor. He was well liked, well known and a handsome fella, to say the least.

I really hadn't thought about this but my brother posted on Facebook recently about my dad's courage in coming to the United States. He was a young married man with three babies when he came here from Scotland in search of a better life for his young family. He left Ireland first, moved to Scotland and then to the United States. That took chutzpah, courage, balls. He was a hard working man with a great sense of humor and an even better head of hair.

Jamie's dad, Jim, was a very smart man. He told Jamie that the smartest thing he could do was marry me. Just brilliant. He was very much in love with Vivian, his wife. They were married for 45 years when Vivian lost her battle with cancer. After Vivian passed away and Jamie and I were helping sort through the house, we found an envelope filled with love notes he used to leave her. They were sweet, handwritten notes telling he loved her, have a great day, don't forget to call about the tree service or some other task she had for the day. Jamie was a late in life baby for Jim. He became a first time dad at the ripe age of 46, virtually unheard of in the 1950s. He adored Jamie and adored his grandsons, James and Joe. He worked for Grand Union for over fifty years and taught Jamie that the food business would provide a stable living. You'll never get rich, he said, but you'll always work because people have to eat.

So on this Father's Day, I say thank you to my Dads, Tony and Jim. Please keep watch over us and especially over your grandsons. They have some big shoes to fill.

Finish this sentence. Anthony Wiener is a .....

a dumbass. That's how I'll finish it, to start.

Really, Anthony Wiener? You're a married congressman who regularly engages in social media putting you into the category of tech savvy.  You didn't think that people would figure out that yes, you sent out that lovely "package" picture and were not, in fact, hacked?

What makes him an even bigger dumbass is that he sent out the above picture with a photo in the background of him and President Clinton. I believe there is a photo of him and his wife as well on the left hand side of the credenza behind him.

In the words of Jay Leno, spoken to Hugh Grant after he was arrested for soliciting Divine Brown for oral sex, "What the hell were you thinking????

Here's the thing, guys, you're not thinking.

Your erection has obviously deprived your brain of some very necessary blood flow. Depriving your brain of blood flow can lead to severely damaging circumstances.

Had your brain not been momentarily deprived, you would have stopped yourself from soliciting that hooker.

You would have stopped yourself from uploading that penis pic via tweetdeck from your Blackberry.

You would not have allowed an intern to perform oral sex on you in the Oval Office.

You would not have slept with your housekeeper (who so is NOT attractive) and kept the fact that you impregnated her from your uber-sucessful wife for over ten years.

You would not have hired your mistress to video tape you for fake political documentaries and then impregnate her while your wife was experiencing a recurrence of her cancer.

Take a moment, gentlemen. Let the blood flow back to the head on your shoulders. It could lead to a lot  less bloodshed in your family.