Yep, Tennesee isn't the only state with idiot, alcoholic dads. When my dad was 10 or 11, he went with his dad, my gramps, to help him dig a pond. Well, Gramps was the kind of guy who insisted on drinking beer while driving his bulldozer...and after 12 hours of dozering he was pretty much bombed off the face of the earth. Dad had to help him off the dozer and into the big old GMC truck. Then dad had to load the dozer on the truck, chain it down. Then strap some pieces of 2X4 lumber onto his legs, climb behind the wheel and drive 20 some miles home in the dark.
This was cake walk for Dad, as he had been running Grampa's dozer since he was a wee lad of 6, had learned to drive when he was 8. But still the entire situation was horribly messed up.
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