It had always been a tradition that Murph and I would go out and buy or steal a bottle of Harp and pour it down into a river while standing on a bridge during Father's Day, hoping that da' would be thinking of us. Then when we finally had him with us, it was just going out and giving him a bottle (read six pack) of Harp instead.
I don't want to go back to the old one. I miss da'.