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Ol’ Robbo’s Fathers’ Day present this year was to unexpectedly have all three Gels home over the weekend.  Now that the elder two are in college and Middle is spending most of her summah down in the Tidewater, this is an increasingly rare occurrence.

I took the opportunity to tell the Gels how very proud of them all I am, not because of resumes chock-a-bloc with awards and achievements, but because they’ve all turned out to be such very good people, with strong moral cores and clear, rational minds.  As such, they are largely immune from the madness into which much of our current culture seems to have plunged, and for that I am terribly grateful.

I know I have plenty of flaws as a father, but I guess I must be doing at least something right.

And speaking of cultural madness, it came out at dinner this evening that Mrs. R had no clue about what the Village People’s “YMCA” is actually about.  Gob status? Smacked.  I blessed her for her innocence, but I mean come on!

Greetings, my fellow port swillers and happy Trinity Sunday!

Ol’ Robbo was quite pleased this week to see Notre Dame Cathedral celebrate its first Mass since the fire back in April.  I was particularly delighted, in a way, to see everybody wearing hard hats.  Perseverance in the face of calamity.  The words “And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it” immediately flashed across my braims.

(I’m also pleased to see that all the “let’s rebuild the Cathedral as an eco-friendly multi-purpose center with lots of glass and light and a minaret” clickbait claptrap has vanished from the innertoobs ever since the French Senate said “Non!”  I have one friend on FacePlant in particular who was practically on the verge of self-immolation, she was so upset at the prospect.)

So Vacation Bible School starts this week over to Robbo’s Former Episcopal Church.  Eldest Gel, who has been involved in the hospitality side of the program for some time, is in charge of the whole thing this year, and has been industriously counting hotdogs and juice boxes to make sure the little darlins’ are adequately fed.  I don’t know why, but she’s always delighted in this sort of thing.  Perhaps a career in culinary or hospitality management is in order?

Looking over, by the bye, I see the theme of VBS this year is “One Family, One Race, One Savior”.  Well, it ain’t exactly the Little Maoist Antifa Boot-Camp, but coupled with the fact that the RFEC  seems to have dubbed next Sunday as “Refugee Sunday”, I’m not sure it’s really all that far off, either.

UPDATE: Oh, and of course Happy Fathers Day to all of you!




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