cheers, dad, part deux, and happy birthday

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

dad, at a party, christmas eve, mid 1983 or 1984

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.