Dear Readers;

I admit it. I, Christina Blake Thorpe Marler, have a few father issues. Gee, do you think that could be because my beloved father, Roger Thorpe, faked his own death for most of my pig-tailed youth, then made his grand reappearance into my life by swinging on a rope into the middle of my lovely church wedding, bleeding from a gun-shot wound? Nah, that couldn't be it. After all, that doesn't even take into account his blackmailing the man I love, dating several women younger than me, and letting me think he was dead for the second time.

So, anyway: I've got father issues. Maybe more than a few.

That's probably why, this Father's Day 2003, I thought it would be fun to go back and look at some of the better parenting that's been done in Springfield over the years. I did my research, talked to a lot of people in the know (a.k.a. incorrigible gossips) and, I'm happy to report that, according to my practically scientific survey, the fatherhood situation in Springfield is brighter than you might expect, considering how much drama regularly goes on in this town.

So, for a review of some of Springfield's brightest fatherhood moments, click here!