The stories about fathers and sons that capture our imaginations, warm our hearts and appeal to our softer sides are those about absent fathers and the sons coming good, devoid of the much heralded father-figure. This is not such a story. Not that I’d want to deliberately deny you the pleasure of such a narrative, no, far from it. This is a celebration of dads that are actually there almost perpetually, dads who stick, stay, sire and mould their sons (and children, by extension). They are the folks from among us whose work is an integral part of the making…
