I remember this past memorial day Brasky hosted a paint ball tournament for our kids. Well wouldn't you know he had showed up smelling like whiskey and dead whale. He started screaming about Charlie, you know Charlie my 12 year old son, well Brasky has a flash back of Nam and hooks a bayonet to his gun and slaughters the whole team. I found my son tied to a tree, gutted. Brasky felt sorry, so he dressed him, and prepared a thanks giving dinner. Any how, Best Damn Thanksgiving I've had!