This morning we celebrate a rather poor imitation of something that takes place on the second Sunday in May. It is the day when we pull our leftover sentiments out of the deep freeze where we stashed them on Mother’s Day, warm them up a bit to dish them out now for Father’s Day. Yes, it is Father’s Day. It always comes as a bit of a shock and surprise, doesn’t it? No one talks very much about it. About the only ones who make us aware of it are the merchants who have for sale those things, which, by some stretch of the imagination, may be deemed appropriate Father’s Day gifts which we can dash out and purchase at the last moment. Let’s confront the fact that it’s only our American inborn sense of fair play that causes us to have a Father’s Day at all. After all, Mom had her day, and, so old…