I have no idea how the fathers that didn’t drink wine were, but these others I knew profoundly: including one that one evening, not quite sober, when he undid his trousers to go to bed, fell on the floor and the whole house vibrated, we laughed about it with him for years to come. I have to say they seemed happy fathers. Some are no longer with us, some are, but they have all lived long lives.
I have to confess, I am a father that drinks to remember.