Like 9UC my dad was a drunk and don't have any fond memories, unless you call watching your dad beat your mother or trying to burn the house down in a drunkin rage, good memories. We did go fishing once, but he ran out of beer so we left before we got to fish. It was kind of different when we went to the state hospital to see him on sundays as he tried to dry up. He did let me go to the local bar once with him though, I was 8 years old. There was that new bicycle I got, OH wait I worked as a caddy for the summer and paid for it myself. I do remember that great vacation to Penn. but it was for an AA convention that he was speaking at so we sat in the motel room, but there was a pool. Then he did ask me if the piece of ass was worth getting married for! Yea, I remember my dad, and we are nothing alike, thank GOD.