Today is Father's Day and even though I no longer have anyone to buy a card for, I can't help but read through the choices until I find one that would have amused My Dad. My father, Frank Friedman, would take forever to read his cards. He would make a big production out of it. Like most things involving my father it could go from entertaining to irritating depending on my age and mood. As a teenager almost everything my father did embarrassed me. … [Read more...]