Today my wonderful father turned 58. My Dad, who answers his blackberry while on the podium waiting for his turn to speak at a conference when one of his kids calls. My Dad who helped me in grade 6 make an awesome project about the social contract that included a pair of new shoes for the finance minister to wear on his first day (Ken's shoes from the Barbie family). My Dad who came to punk concerts and waited for his mohawked daughter to come for her ride home. My Dad who forgot to pick me up from skating practice but makes a mean beans on toast. My Dad. Happy Birthday!