I was sitting up in my crib sipping beer from the teaspoon. I couldn’t walk yet. My dad was giving me the beer. Dad was alone with me and was drinking beer and decided to give me some. My dad confessed this to me in the last few years of his life. I said, “Gee dad it sounds like you were hard up for drinking buddies!” Our female beagle dog, Chips, was also given beer and would stagger around the dead-end street that we lived on.
This is an excerpt from my upcoming book.