Sometimes I worry that my parents are cooler than I am. Their apartment in New York’s Greenwich Village is straight out of a design magazine. They’ve checked out nearly every new restaurant in town. They’ve already listened to the new Grizzly Bear album. The problem with having hip parents is that the stuff they like tends to skew out of my price range. Luckily, I’ve found a few things for Father’s Day that are just my dad’s style, yet won’t make me cry as I hand over my credit card.