Savage wrote:According to the Death Clock, my Dad left us back in 2004. Someone should tell Mom to dispose of him, before he starts stinking up the place. Of course, he's still in his comfy chair, listening to NPR and reading Barrons, drinking his forbidden root beer floats.
Comfy chair and NPR, that's kinda cool. But root beer? OMFG! Give the man a bottle of single malt! By the way, Savage, it's a great thing that your dad is still alive. My dad died when I was 27, he would have turned 70 this year, and I sure would like to have a drink with him right now.