For all my Ram brothers that still give a chit:

A father and son bonding experience -- brings tears to one's eyes…

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 pint.

Off we went to our local IRISH pub which is only two blocks from the house.

I got him a Guinness Stout. He didn't like it – so I had it.

Then I got him a Harp; he didn't like it, so I had it.

It was the same with the Smithwick’s and Killian's.

By the time we got down to the Bushmills........ I could hardly push the stroller back home.