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Gift Guide for Dad’s Day

Father’s Day is right around the corner, and if your dad is anything like mine, buying a gift for him proves more challenging with each passing year. Fret not, dear friends: Here are some guy-friendly gifts that will please your papa.

Tech Toys

  • Apple iPad or other tablet
  • GPS for his ride
  • nook, Kindle or other eReader

Sports Stuff

  • Jersey and framed magazine from his favorite team’s big win
  • Autographed memorabilia from an online auction
  • Tailgating snacks, face paint and tickets for the next home game

Outdoorsy Options

  • Gear for his next big hike
  • Supplies for the campsite, such as a new tent
  • Map an unexplored destination where he can go rappelling or white-water rafting

Home-Improvement Hotshots

  • Personalized tool kit
  • Gift card to home-improvement store and subscription to “This Old House
  • A season or two of “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition” on DVD

All-American Alternatives

If your dad doesn’t fall within just one of the hard-defined categories, try mixing a few of the items above to create something truly unique.

The important thing, of course, is to spend time with Dad and thinking of him. He likely doesn’t need anything fancy, but it’s nice to show him your appreciation for all that he does.

Slick Rick, Brother, Me

Slick Rick, Brother and I on base: Savannah, Ga.; Christmas 1990

Four-Legged Farewell

My parents granted the gift I’d been relentlessly begging for in December of 2000. I got my very own puppy, whom I named Sandy. She was a mix of Beagle-Boxer-Rhodesian Ridgeback, and I picked her out myself from our local humane society. I was in love.

After more than 10 years of unconditional care, countless toys and thousands of naps together, Sandy was put down yesterday. My heart breaks as I come to terms with saying goodbye, but I know it’s what was best for her. In just one week, she experienced multiple seizures and had zero chance for improved health. It was right to give her peace.

Sandy wasn’t my first dog, and she likely won’t be my last — but we had that human-canine bond that will always remain special. It gives you warmth, no matter how long you’ve been apart. It gives you strength, when longtime friends come and go out of your life. And it gives you hope, that there is such a thing as unedited, pure adoration.

As with any loved one, cherish the moments you have with them now. You never know how quickly they could be taken from you. From “puppy pants” to “baby face,” Sandy girl had a million names. The most important, and one I’ll remember forever, is “mine.”

Sandy BabySandy at Christmas 2009, with one of her favorite toys.

A Wittyburg Thanksgiving

My Thanksgiving holiday essentially consisted of one shitstorm after another. To save you (and me) the trouble of a lengthy recap, allow me to sum up the weekend in the following helpful bullets:


  • Left work at 1 p.m. Helped a stranded co-worker get her car towed, then drove her to Ocala to enjoy her holiday. Got to my house around 8:30 p.m.
  • Drank more 2-4-1s than should be legal at Crapplebee’s with Brother. Played bear-ninja-cowboy and had to get a taxi (van) ride home. The mile-and-a-half trip cost $9 but I gave the guy $20 so he wouldn’t come back to kill us.

Thursday – Turkey Day

  • Did not get to draw a hand turkey. Very upset.
  • Lots of family and friends over for food and drink. Have I mentioned before that my family is insane?
  • Annual pinochle tournament begins. No tears … yet.


  • Massages with my mom, Maggie May. The woman told me I am tense all over and need to work on that. Thanks, lady.
  • Saw “Morning Glory,” that one with Rachel McAdams, Diane Keaton and Harrison Ford. Great afternoon flick to catch.
  • Due for a phone upgrade, I went with the iPhone 4. Working very diligently to refrain from becoming obsessed.
  • Pinochle tournament continues. My grandpa and 16-year-old cousin win and take the trophies home. Tears ensue.
  • “Out” in Daytona: a pub, a gay club ($2 shots!), a lame bar and a strip club. Together again with old friends and a few drinks too many.


  • Lunch with Maggie, a dear friend and her mom. Try to cover two years in two hours of talking.
  • Shopping with Mags at the Mecca, Kohl’s. Spend $50 and save $75. This is the word of the Lord.
  • Attend speaking engagement of grandpa’s. More tears ensue.
  • Reunion at a quaint bar/restaurant with many old friends, including the entire band playing. Lots of drinks and catching up and smiles and hugs.


  • Lunch with cousin and close friend; worst service endured in a very long time. Waitress was shit-for-brains and clearly had no desire to gain a good tip.
  • Packed all too quickly.
  • Pit stop in DeLand for a co-worker; back to Tampa after a roller-coaster weekend.

All in all, I had the best Thanksgiving I’ve experienced in quite some time. Although it got off to a very rocky start, I was so grateful to be home for more than 24 hours. My family is my rock — even when they make me crazy.

Spending time with loved ones rejuvenated my spirit and allowed me to take a break from the rat race, if only for a few days. I hope you each made your own special memories as you celebrated all of life’s blessings.

And if anyone drew a hand turkey, fuck off. No need to be an asshole at a time like this.