Member Rara Avis
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass
Rather than a tradition, I'll tell about the end of one, and I treasure both it, and its ending.
I was seven, and mom was working that summer, so every day dad took me to work with him. He was a carpenter, and his crew was remodeling houses, so a kid was pretty much invisible tagging along with them. Each day after work, dad and I would stop at a tavern -- he'd have a beer, and I would have ginger ale, and the real treat, a few genuine guy moments alone with my dad -- precious for a kid!
Then one day I said I wanted a beer too....He said no, he thought that today we'd both have ginger ale, and we did. End of tradition, start of a more thoughtful dad, about some fatherly things like setting examples.
I did get my wish though, dad pulled two bottles out of the fridge and offered one to me one summer afternoon -- exactly twenty years later. That was the very next beer (or anything else with alcohol) that I ever saw him drink.
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