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Musings

  • I’m sure that it was merely a coincidence that Irish Woman planned our little getaway so that we stayed at a lodge across the lake from Boo’s summer camp.
  • Boo managed to lose his right sneaker, his right shower shoe, his wallet, and one of the badges he earned while at camp.
    • That, right there, is talent, pure talent.
  • I learned this week that I have developed expensive tastes.  When presented with a flight of mid to high end bourbons, my favorite was the $250 a bottle barrel-strength selection.
  • Contrasts in dining experiences:
    • Tuesday night, we had cheap appetizers and beer in plastic cups while we fed bits of bread to ducks and turtles.  We had to finish up quickly, because the dock-side restaurant was about to be blown away by the remnants of a hurricane.
    • Wednesday night, we had dinner at a high-end restaurant in Louisville, with meticulously crafted pasta and sauce.  Our dinner companions ranged from a middle-aged accountant with either a wholly improperly dressed daughter or a very well dressed trophy wife, along with the usual assortment of hipsters and retirees.
    • Personally, I preferred the ducks and cheap beer.
  • You know you’ve gone outside of the big city when you notice that all of the folks in the neighborhood have bear-proof trash containers.
  • There are two kinds of people who guide you through a bourbon tasting:
    • “You will notice that the nose of this single-barrel, small-batch bourbon includes caramel, charcoal briquets, and tooled leather.  A small sip will bring you a spiciness on the front end, with sweet notes of cherry, vanilla, and and pipe tobacco.  The finish is warm and sustained.”
    • “Now, take a sniff of that glass in front of you.  Good, huh?  Take a sip, there, and roll it around a bit.  You’ll taste the rye on the tip of your tongue, and the sugar in the middle.  That baby will burn all the way down.  That’s what we call the Kentucky Hug.”

1 Comment

  1. OldNFO

     /  July 20, 2019

    And I’d tend to trust the ‘second’ guide… 🙂 How the hell did he lose ALL of those things in less than a week??? Sigh…

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