My wife worked at a restaurant-tavern in Sparta, NJ. I would get back from work as she started her shift and go sit at the bar. Have a couple beers while my 4-year-old chatted with the regulars at the bar. He made friends there, I was just the driver.
I’ll hoist a beer to that man’s memory. Hoo Raaah.
(It’s clear you parented a good son.)