All this rehashing of Joe Finley's time here, has reminded me of the time he attended my cousins' wedding. He flat out asked my father if him and my brother were gay together, he of course used the f-word term, he berated the brother of the bride all night, calling him gay and asking him what he was going to do about it, took off his shirt and implied anyone who looked at him was gay, and passed out at a table, alone, to the relief of everyone at the dance. In my mind, Joe Finley, a skating pylon, a worse drunk.