re: #64 engineer dog

when i was growing up in ny you could get a drink at a bar if you were old enough to shave

I grew up in Brooklyn… no one at the neighborhood bars care a whit if my father ordered a beer and gave it to me. Of course, at 11, I didn’t sit on a bar stool and chat it up with the other patrons, but the point is, if he grab a short beer and took it over to a booth where I was sitting, reading comics or something, no one batted an eye.