My father, stepfather, and surviving grandfather. Normally, I’d tell you that they were all kind of bastards, but I won’t today. It’s Father’s Day…and while I put as much stock into Father’s Day as Mother’s Day as a holiday that needs celebrating (which isn’t much…stock, that is), being a father myself, I understand that sometimes you have to be a bit of a bastard to be a good father. That’s just the way of it. All of these men are good fathers, I’ll say, and leave it at that.