My Dad, bless his pointed head, is one of those who threw a royal hissy fit - forwarding some email trash to everyone he knew - complaining about the Celebrate Eiad (sp??) stamp. I pointed out that the stamp has been out for a while, as it's 42 cents, and postage is now 44 cents, and wasn't our country (USA) founded on religious freedom??

Funny he didn't reply, as he usually does.

For my sanity, I generally don't open his emails if I see his name as the sender and FW in the subject line. But that one snuck past my self-censorship.

This is the same man who explained to me why a black family was living in the house next to us on base in Michigan. We had just moved from Louisiana to Michigan (and I was entering 6th grade), and next to Major B., a pilot, who happened to be black. I remember Dad explaining that Major B. earned the right to live in officer's country and that the military didn't segregate neighborhoods. I've come to realize that Dad must have been siething inside - but on the outside he was singing the company song.

Yeah, he's my Dad, and I love him. Even if he's a real jerk sometimes.