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 drink.

Carling Black Label ad

Off we went to the local watering hole which is only two blocks from the house. I got him a Castle … he didn’t like it – so I drank it.

Then I got him a Carling Black Label, he didn’t like it, so I drank it.

It was the same with the Windhoek Lager and Premium Dry Cider.

By the time we were done with the whiskey, I could hardly push the stroller back home.

– Sent from a friend in Texas. Years ago it could easily have been [we’ll call him] Bob just for the fun of it. Bob’s humor broke the soberness of pondering climate departure. I needed that today.