All of us have fathers. Many of us have a Dad. Many of us have a Dad who has passed, or may not be in our lives any longer for one reason or another. Some of us may not have known our Dads very well, and some of us have never met them. Some of us have had remarkable people step into our lives and take on the role of a Dad. But not everyone has grown up with a Dad. I have, and although our relationship has been strained at times (angsty teen years, hello) I think he did a wicked job. I mean, I’m not running the streets at four AM without shoes on, or fighting pigeons for crumbs while I wear a tinfoil hat to protect against radio waves reading my thoughts. For all intents and purposes, he did good.