Photo Source: Unsplash This was the Eighties. Inter-sibling combat over corned beef was a staple at our table, and it wasn’t uncommon for one of my brothers to invite one or more other brothers to step outside before the salad course to resolve some finer point of political debate. But my mild-mannered new best friend Brendan Rafferty surprised me. He quickly learned that merely defending his convictions was the price of entry and boring, so he went on the conversational offensive, launching...