When given a choice between eight more years in prison or using his 'expertise' to assist the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau's Department of Diversion Prevention and Control, convicted drug trafficker Richmond 'Lucky' Lucklighter takes the sentence with the illusion of freedom. Happy Father's Day.ĭrug dealers aren't always on the streets sometimes they sit in offices and board rooms, selling merchandise in official looking bottles instead of little cellophane bags. To the three 'Dads' in my life: I love you, and the role you fill in my life is precious. But she's proud of me now, and I'm very proud of her. Did we see eye to eye all the time? No, but what mother and daughter do? It's part of growing up and developing my own (slightly bizarre, if you ask my family) personality. She did the best she could to see me and my siblings raised, filling the role of both father and mother. Then there's my mother-a single parent when single-parenthood still raised eyebrows. I was thirty-three the first time I met the man I now call 'Dad.' An acquaintance at the time had one that I borrowed and refused to give back, for isn't life as much about the family you acquire as the one you were born with? If you're a praying person, please say one for him-his health is declining. He died, never having met his grandchildren. At the time I didn't understand, and perhaps I never will, but I waited too long to reconnect.

A daddy's girl, it broke my heart when we dropped him off at the airport, never to see him again.

I was seven years old when I last saw my father alive.

Fire on the Mountain by P.D. Singer