So NOW I know why my dad drank Carling Black Label Beer. He did later switch to Past Blue Ribbon. I remember bringing those dark brown, returnable bottles up from the downstairs fridge.
Sometimes he's let me pour the beer into the frosted glass. I'd love to watch the bubbles.
Other than the beatings, what memories do YOU have of your dad drinking beer?
So I spent the whole day at my sister's house yesterday. As I mentioned, her husband died two days ago.
There were a lot of tears but also a lot of laughs. We were going through pictures and almost falling off chairs laughing at the great stories. Here's one of my favorite stories of my brother -in- law Ken:
"Remember when you first started dating Ken and he clogged up the toilet? That was hysterical. Ken clogs up the toilet - it's midnight and I'm in the pool with a couple of friends. So I had to go wake up Dad. 'Dad, the toilet's overflowing and it's leaking on your desk (in the basement)'".
I mean water is flowing! He's in his robe and doesn't give a crap that we all have friends over.
"Damn it! I told you and Michael if you have to take a dump to use the upstairs toilet!"
It's a code red so everyone just knows that all of our friends should just leave.
And do you know what? Ken kept coming back to our house after that. It didn't bother him at all. He eventually married my sister and we harassed him about this story for years.
So the Friday Send Off song goes out to Ken. In case you're reading this. It's The Dave Clark Five. Bits and Pieces. A band that came up in conversation with him over the years.
