I told the joke above at my buddy's 50th bday party-slash-roast. His burly 100% Irish-American dad who can trace his family to a tiny Hamlet in the Irish country was not amused. Burly as in, motherfucker worked in Northeastern steel mills, was built like an ox, nearly ripped my arm out of its socket when he shook my hand first time I'd met him. And yet he charmed people with his ever present "what's new in your bailiwick?" RIP JIM, an imperfect man but unforgettable.