Father's Day celebration at the Han household is pretty much the same routine as every major personal holiday: A trip to the cemetary. Apparently original celebratory ideas are not a strong suit in the family. Nonetheless, I agreed to an excursion (I too am guilty of this lack of imagination thing) because it is Father's Day, and this is what my father likes doing. So we pack things up in the car, drive smack dab into the middle of Sunday noon traffic, and eventually make our way up north to the family cemetary plot. When we first got it, it was this big plot at the edge of a new field on the side of a hill. Nobody has died since, while apparently a plague has come down upon Orange County, because the hill has filled up with nice shiny headstones, without our large empty plot in the middle. And in the duration the family has split up and moved away, bicostal are we now, so I doubt our large plot will ever be filled. Darn medical advances, getting in the way of all our careful planning. After weeding, which is pretty pointless as our hill is covered in weeds ... and the soil is a sandy loam that pretty much encourages nothing else except the brave native grasses that do well enough without our intervention, and spending time at the plot, we're off to our favorite lunch spot: The Chinese Buffet. Actually, I can no longer stand the place. I eat chinese for lunch at least twice a week, sometimes everyday (and it's beginning to show). And the buffet is no economic deal. How much food can you really eat to justify the $11 price tag? And the food itself is not of any legendary quality. If this were a quarterly thing, I might be more inclined, but as it is it is too much. And then it was the drive home, made all the more worse as I'm now all sleepy from eating all that food. Traffic was good tho, and it was nice to see the drive home in the daylight for once. Next to the Taconic, the Palisades is the best highway drive in North America (followed closely by the scenic nighttime reflections off the resevoir of the Sprain Brook Highway). All in all a good Father's Day. Got to spend some pleasant time with Dad, and now I'm ready for bed. :: Why is it so easy to have three downtown F trains, two uptown F trains, 2 downtown E trains, 2 uptown E trains, 3 downtown D trains, but NO F*@%!$G UPTOWN D TRAINS at the Herald Square station on a 6pm Saterday afternoon?!