In the chapter of my book called "Young" I dwell on a phenomenon that was evoked by last night's victory celebration by the Boston Celtics.
They embody the achievement (also symbolized by the candidacy of Barack Obama) of cultural growth which makes heroes of a team of African-Americans supported by a mostly-honky community.
The men in their league almost uniformly retain their childhood promise to take care of their parents (or, often, grandmothers) when they got the money. We frequently renege on our vow to ourselves to repay society for the blessings the commons bestows on us.
I think Fathers' Day is as much a commercial hype in regard to "family" as Christmas is for Christianity so the fact that only one of my ten kids called over the weekend was more amusing than troubling.