St. Patrick was sober again this year.
Tiny Shamrocks & Ladies
Wilson skipped his traditional Guinness & shots of Whiskey again this year. He hasn’t had a drink on this day since 2008, and no longer misses it. But the first year after his injury, whenever his former drinking pals showed up, he’d throw his arm around a shoulder and try to drag them on over to the door, saying
“LETS GO HAVE A POP!”
I spent about a year repeating a concept I was trying to imprint in his mind, which was;
IT’S SOMEBODY ELSE’S TURN. You drank your trainload of booze. You had your turn. Now pass it along.
It took awhile, but eventually he grew fond of that idea. He still is.
