A Brush With Bourbon
I couldn’t get far enough away. I took a few days of “vacation” last week, heading up north with my wife and my dog. One of the highlights of the trip was eating at Pearl’s, and ordering up a flight of bourbon, which I’ve never had before. As if heading north for a few days wasn’t getting far enough away, the glass of “Ol’ Rip Van Winkle” (107 proof) made sure that I was as far away as possible and that I didn’t care about a damn thing. I’m happy to report that I did not ignite when sitting next to the fire we made later that evening.