I go into this day with trepidation, as my father undergoes cancer surgery on Monday. Husband Jim’s father is hale and hearty, though farm machinery has severely affected his hearing.
It is another father I think of today, one who “is having some rare private time with his son,” at a yacht race in England two days after he stonewalled a Congressional committee about his company, BP’s, involvement with a giant spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Yachts? Go figure. Get on the beach and clean up some birds. Make it a father/son thing. Your son will respect you more years later when he finds out the corners you careened to make more money instead of making a safe rig that doesn’t kill employees and wildlife and careers.
Yes, a Mr. Tony Hayward, a geologist who knows nothing about geology, or so he says. It seems on this Fathers’ Day eve that he has not only a distant relationship with his son, but with his company, which is floundering under his tutelage. We can only hope he’s a better father than CEO. With concern, Dee
Cooking with Dee 