I've just entered a new chapter in the ongoing saga with my 52 year old father. Things were a bit on the rocks when I turned 16 and started abusing my new privileges but once he reigned those in its been rather peachy. Now my Dad looks forward to my once a week visits to the house. Free food, satellite TV and an over-sized leather couch dominate my family time. This past Saturday he took it to a whole new level. "Hey, while I'm out do you want me to pick you up some Yuengling?," he said. My father thinks I'm an alcoholic. Splendid. But free beer with the pops always triumphs over these lingering thoughts.