Another chuckle for ya'll... .......................... I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons, and memories came flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first drink. Off we went to our local bar, which is only two blocks from the house. I got him a Miller. He didn't like it – so I drank it. Then I got him a Pabst Blue Ribbon, he didn't like that either, so I drank it. It was the same with the Coors and the Bud. By the time we got down to the Irish whiskey and the single-malt Scotch, I could hardly push the stroller back home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Love to all, Hank. P.S. When I originally came across that joke it Was very ethnic, but a tad of rewrite took out the ethnicity..
