MY GRANDFATHER WAS IRISH, A SEA CAPTAIN, AND A DECORATED MARINE...

so I am guessing it was sit around all nite, drink rum and coke, smoke cigarettes and tell lies (I mean stories).

He taught me as a child to never allow the truth to ruin a good story, and that the Irish were granted the right by god to embellish a story. (always good things for a lawyer to know).

Every conversation with my Grandfather began with phrases like "did I ever tell you...", or "d@mn government".