To the editor:
God the father, God the son, God the holy ghost. They take no prisoners. They'll oversee your roast if you don't behave, but since God stopped Abraham from offering up his son in sacrifice, dads have turned into little, lovable teddy bears.
Mow the lawn, wash the car, clean your room and make your bed. Now comes the toughest - they'll turn you over to the Coach Reno Saccoccia football boot camp or Joe Pepe's soccer summer camp, and some, like Rollie Rich, will still be dropped off in a limo, training for his CEO position someday.
All fathers know unconditional love. God the father, God the son and God the holy ghost knew that idle hands lead to the devil's workshop and that it takes a stern hand to keep him away.
Happy Father's Day.