[From a Concourse article about the writer's dad]
The Concourse by Leah Carroll 8/10/15 1:19pm
http://theconcourse.deadspin.com/my-...ant-1720940928
My dad was a certain kind of guy. He was a Vietnam vet, smart as hell with no formal education. He drank himself to death and had a good time doing it. He always told me that Television was the best band he’d seen live, and that he’d fallen in love with my mom, who died when I was four years old, on their first date, when she fell asleep during an Elvis Costello concert. He took road trips to Civil War battlefields. He was a heavy hitter on the Journal’s softball team. He was Irish American and hated, in roughly descending order, Margaret Thatcher, Ronald Reagan, and Morrissey.
He blasted solo Lindsey Buckingham from his JBL speakers.