Hey all.... When we woke up today, my Fusion Hunter called John Moses Browning to wish him a happy father's day. My Glock 20 called Gaston to do the same. My G29 (whom I lovably call "Chunk") called my Glock 20 to wish him the best father's day ever. Oh, and the .40SW called the 10mm Auto to send its regards for the holiday. Going to go out with the wife and daughter today and maybe buy something for my daughter at the toy store... then might do some backyard swimming and, later, grill up some garlic/spinach/artichoke rolled up flank steaks. Fathers!!!! Today is the day to enjoy your health, family and freedom! Soak it up!!