It was sometime after my sister Cindy had passed away. Ma was still not feeling like her old self so Dad thought it might be a good idea to bring her out for a drink and try and cheer her up. My folks never drank much at all, so this was new to me to see this happen. I didn't know they did that. I was with my friends when Ma called to see if I would come up the Anoka VFW and help her get Dad home. It seemed that despite him not drinking a whole lot, he still had the taste for blackberry brandy. Well, it turns out his taste for that at the VFW that night was a little powerful and he had a few too many. I walked in and there was Ma and Dad waiting for me. Dad was in a happy mood and asked me to sit down and have a drink. Well, we had a couple and then it started. A man was sitting at the bar with a cowboy hat on. Dad stood up and said in a loud voice "Joe, do you know who that is?". "No" came my reply. "Why, that's Snake Bealer". Of course it turned out that the man's name was not Snake Bealer but was actually a man named Gus, and after a few heated exchanges with Dad, Gus gave me the look that said "take your Dad out of here before I punch his lights outs".
Between me and Ma, we were able to get Dad into the car and went home.
I never did figure out if she was cheered up or not. Something tells me it really didn't help. Sometimes I think losing a child cannot be forgotten with a bump of brandy..
Joe
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