For those of you actually here on a Sunday, helping me to honor my father and my brother, I’d like to share a little something extra with you. This is my favorite version of The Parting Glass, the song I quote at the end of Halves:
You know, as I listen to it, I think it applies just as much to my father as to my brother. Money spent in good company, old comrades, the whole lot.
“Of all the harm I’ve ever done, alas it was to none but me.” Think about it. There’s worse things you can say about a fella, but not much better.