this is a retread of an old post. it's worth sharing again.

in most of the old candid party or social pictures of my dad, he is holding a drink in his hand. he wasn't a heavy drinker at all--it's just that he always seemed to carry that one glass of scotch with him all night at whatever party he was attending.

fr. vince (left) and my dad, at a christmas party, about 1980
he would nurse that one drink all night, and never need a refill.
that's what i call social drinking.
i'll drink to that, and i'll hoist a glass of scotch to your memory.
i love you, dad.
that's what i call social drinking.
i'll drink to that, and i'll hoist a glass of scotch to your memory.
i love you, dad.
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