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I saw a guy on the deck of the Fang & Feather recently. He was wearing a whiskey tribe t-shirt. His wife and kid and yappy little dog were with him. I think it was a Pomeranian.
Here’s what I can tell you about these people. They weren’t from around here. They were on a family trip and time was tight. They had about 45 minutes between events. Dude just wanted a chance to sip whiskey at the F&F. You know how it is.
He solemnly brought his flight of whiskeys to the table. Then he carefully nosed and sipped each in turn. He paused on the third one and said, “Oh yeah.”
His wife and kid watched him patiently. The dog fell asleep under the table. And when he had finished his drams, he stood up and carried his empty glasses back to the bar. Whatever they were doing next must have been amazing because his kid came alive and started jumping around. Last I saw he was walking to the car with his arm around his wife.
Left me with a great feeling.
I don’t know who you are, man, but well done.
Magnificent Bastards everywhere are raising a toast to you today.
~ A Magnificent Bastard
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