Safehouse, or Madhouse?
I grew up in Wisconsin. Cows. Cornfields. Cold. I loved it. Most of it. Okay, some of it. There was a lot I liked. Especially the no-nonsense, matter of fact sense of humor. Our bumper stickers read,...
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I will be in London for Thanksgiving this year. For me, it’s the second worst day of the year to be in London. The first, of course, is the Fourth of July. Sir Sackier made a practice of “accidentally”...
View ArticleDazed & Confused; the crackpot college tour.
My only defense is that I dipped into my ‘sanity jar’ one too many times, came up empty and proceeded to agree to something everyone is still shaking their heads at. Yes, I jumped onto the caboose of...
View ArticleBooze, Britain, & Maybe Someone’s Bride
If you’re asked any questions you can’t answer, just send those folks to me. I looked at my boss. The one who brought me to the London Whisky Show with just barely enough information to sound like I...
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