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A Sunday in June




It seems that not that long ago I was writing about A Sunday in May.  And here comes a Sunday in June.

Father’s Day Spending to Reach Record $24 Billion

In case you are wondering, it’s 34.1 billion for Mother’s Day. 

I’ve always felt that part of Mother’s Day spending rests on making up for all the drudgery that moms do that no one helps them with. It’s kind of like Teacher Appreciation Week. We know they do it, we know it isn’t fair, but we’re not stepping up to change the inherent unfairness of, it, either. 

The theme of Father’s Day seems to be more like “You’re a great guy, Dad!” Our culture doesn’t define and limit men to their procreative status. Therefore much of the traditional Father’s Day is centered around lauding Dad for his “masculine” qualities. The commercial approach leans heavily into masculine-coded activities such as golfing, car care, and backyard grill prowess. 

It’s a whole different ball game.

Anyway… I’m more interested in what HoCoLocal things we do to celebrate Father’s Day. Stores where you always find the gift that Dad would like? Restaurants? Family outings? At our house Maiwand and House of India have been favored in years past.




I laughed when I received this advert for two reasons. First, I’m imagining giving 30 % of a gift, because I’m literal that way. 30 percent of socks? A necktie? Golf accessories? 

Secondly, we absolutely are celebrating “Dad his way” this year. He wants to come home from his job as a church musician and take a nap. Period. 

Could a Mom get away with that? I wonder.

I’m feeling a sense of guilt about this but it’s honestly what he requested. So I guess we’re creating the gift that Dad deserves at 100 per cent off. 

What are your best local suggestions for that Sunday in June? If you are a dad, what are your local favorites?

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