day, a calm, beautiful 38 degrees, and after the mail truck came, I looked out at my front steps, my The Spin Stops Here doormat, looked out at the last vestiges of the snow, and decided the front steps and bottom of the driveway needed a sweeping before I got that mail out on the road. Even sweeping the front steps and looking at a clean, neat looking driveway in my little piece of Mayberry, USA is pleasing in the eyes of this mostly ghetto raised city kid.
HEY BLOOF, THIS IS SPIRITUS FERMENTI, OR ARE YOU HAVING ANOTHER BLONDE MOMENT?!?!?!?!!!??? roared the 61,937 three sheets to the wind fans in Sazerac Stadium.
Uh, you're actually quite right, I've almost done it again, haven't I? Well, actually not, because it was just prior to seeing how badly the front steps needed the sweeping that I had taken my fourth sip in my latest tasting of the Sazerac 18 year old rye. The fourth sip is always the best tasting sip and is usually taken an hour and fifteen minutes after pouring two shots into the official Riedel Bourbon Glass by smallbatch.com, straight up, but of courrrrrrrrse.
And as I stepped out to survey the eyesore of ______, New York at 1313 Mockingbird Lane, I decided to do a little sweeping and leave the door open to air out the house a little more. As I was sweeping, I marveled yet again at how great 38 pleasant degrees can feel. The report on weather.com had indicated high winds but all was quiet in my neck of the woods. As I shoveled the needles, twigs, and other debris off the steps and got down to the bottom of the driveway, there was a beautiful rustling of the winds pointed out by the weather site in the tops of the trees, making that wonderful sound, one of those "countrified" sounds that I'd always longed to be more involved with all my life.
And as I looked around at my humble little property, and a house that I need to get back to work on after the health and money issues are hopefully put to rest someday, I thought of my very rich, still quite broke and in trouble, but very blessed and happy life for sure, and thanked The Lord. I went out to the mailbox, checked the roof and the grounds, and headed back into my 4 bedroom, 1.5 bath construction site and to one of those blessings in between the madness, another sip of a delicious, truly American beverage, in whom, along with bourbon, I have truly found my spirit, . . .
Sazerac 18 year old rye. Flavors that predominate are wonderful, sweet honey, cherries and cinnamon, with a bit of smoky oak.
HEY BLOOF, THIS IS SPIRITUS FERMENTI, OR ARE YOU HAVING ANOTHER BLONDE MOMENT?!?!?!?!!!??? roared the 61,937 three sheets to the wind fans in Sazerac Stadium.
Uh, you're actually quite right, I've almost done it again, haven't I? Well, actually not, because it was just prior to seeing how badly the front steps needed the sweeping that I had taken my fourth sip in my latest tasting of the Sazerac 18 year old rye. The fourth sip is always the best tasting sip and is usually taken an hour and fifteen minutes after pouring two shots into the official Riedel Bourbon Glass by smallbatch.com, straight up, but of courrrrrrrrse.
And as I stepped out to survey the eyesore of ______, New York at 1313 Mockingbird Lane, I decided to do a little sweeping and leave the door open to air out the house a little more. As I was sweeping, I marveled yet again at how great 38 pleasant degrees can feel. The report on weather.com had indicated high winds but all was quiet in my neck of the woods. As I shoveled the needles, twigs, and other debris off the steps and got down to the bottom of the driveway, there was a beautiful rustling of the winds pointed out by the weather site in the tops of the trees, making that wonderful sound, one of those "countrified" sounds that I'd always longed to be more involved with all my life.
And as I looked around at my humble little property, and a house that I need to get back to work on after the health and money issues are hopefully put to rest someday, I thought of my very rich, still quite broke and in trouble, but very blessed and happy life for sure, and thanked The Lord. I went out to the mailbox, checked the roof and the grounds, and headed back into my 4 bedroom, 1.5 bath construction site and to one of those blessings in between the madness, another sip of a delicious, truly American beverage, in whom, along with bourbon, I have truly found my spirit, . . .
Sazerac 18 year old rye. Flavors that predominate are wonderful, sweet honey, cherries and cinnamon, with a bit of smoky oak.
