This is a re-run of a post I wrote about my Daddy. Happy Father’s Day to every Daddy out there. You are irreplaceable. Where I’m from, we call our fathers “Daddy.” It’s not unusual to see 60-year-old cowboys, complete with the hat, the cattle and the big belt buckle, addressing their 80-year-old fathers as “Daddy.” It’s just the way we talk. My Daddy was what pundits condescendingly refer to as “blue collar” or “working class.” What that means is that... Read more