It was as recognizable as a zit on the Prom Queen’s face…I’ve entered a new chapter of Life. I felt it hit immediately…I’m now older. I realize I must accept this reality, but only time will tell if I'll like it or not.
Why? My oldest, long-time close neighbor across the street is on his last days of Life. Another good fella, across the alleyway from where the 500E is garaged, is just starting to spiral down.
Reminding me that all Time is fleeting, the time was right to break out something special my late father had squirreled away since 1964…and I was lucky to rediscover awhile back.
We thoroughly enjoyed easy-sippin’ a couple shots of some unbelievably righteous stuff.
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For some unconsciously flavourful reason, I pictured this Canadian Masterpiece whiskey’s decanter automatically & calmingly popping out of a secret compartment of Sean Connery as James Bond’s Astin Martin as he settled some harried vixen into the passenger seat.
It’s that smooth.