Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

AMERICAN poet Charles Bukowski was not noted for his sunny disposition. 

More often than not the world’s most famous post office worker could be found heaped on a barstool sodden with drink or arguing with a neighbour about noise — either his or theirs. One of his greatest works is the wonderfully grumpy, Sunday Kills More People than Bombs — the title offers sufficient explanation I think.

The poem came to mind when I woke on a recent offering of the Lord’s rest day to be greeted by howling gales and sheets of rain that resembled weapons of mythological gods. I gave a little sigh. I had two young boys that needed their day filled and on a day like that that was a tough ask for a parent.