My mother dropped me off on my grandmother's doorstep while my father was in Vietnam. I was 2-3 then and I remember her being in and out of my life until I was five and my father remarried the beast. I'm 39 now and haven't said a word to her in any manner since the last court-ordered visitation on my fifth birthday. I can't say that I'm as honorable as you are Sixty Fiver, because honestly, I'd be at a loss for words as to what to say to her now.

Dan, that's pretty charitable of you. My oldest boy sold his BMX to a friend who was in need of a bike when he got his first real mountain bike, I'm sure he can relate to the feeling.