My favorite story of all time one is when I was little,we were on Tulane then,Charlie wasn’t born yet and Dad was working afternoons and back then they only had one car and if mom needed the car for anything like shopping then she would have to drive him in and pick him up.

He comes home after work and had a few at the bar (the dump as it was commonly referred to) and came into the bedroom and woke me up,now this was after 12 midnight and I was only about 6 or 7 at the time and asked me if I wanted to go and have a hamburger and of course I said yes, middle of the night,that was really cool for a kid. Had to be quiet he said and not wake anyone up so I was quiet, we went to the bar, I got my hamburger, pop and chips.
He was in deep conversation with some other guys at the bar and had his change from the drinks on the bar as everyone does, I asked dad while he was talking if I could have more chips and he said no,asked again and he said no,so while he was still talking with these guys thought I will get mom to make him get me more chips. This is when I am sure that dad was sorry that I knew the home phone number by heart.

I took a dime off the bar, he didn’t even notice, went to the phone and called home, mom answered, could tell that she just woke up and sounded groggy, I said “mom, dad won’t buy me anymore chips” she asked who is this? Then she woke up and said “Criss?” I said yes and told her again,so Mom says “let me talk to you father” here I thought,now he is going to get it, mom will make him buy me more chips. I told Dad that Mom wanted to talk to him, I yelled it from the phone, he turns around, omg, talk about a Kodak moment, would of loved to have gotten a picture of his look on his face with the phone in my hand. lol

He got on the phone and after he got off just said that we were going home, needless to say he never woke me up again to go to the bar with him. Didn’t get that other bag of chips either. lol