I can’t even tolerate the smell of any of it! <shudder> When I was 15 I went on a blind date with a “friend” and her fella. We thought it would be brilliant to park at the edge of a cornfield and get sloshed on a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels. I was always so desperate to fit in I’d fall for about anything. Boy, did I get sloshed! Next thing I know I was face up between corn rows, getting the stuffing beat out of me cause he wanted what I wasn’t giving up. I won. Still have the scar in my eyebrow, though. At least they took me home and dumped me out in my yard. I’ve never been so sick, bloodied, beaten and bruised in my life! My dad found me the next morning when he was leaving for work. I can’t handle the smell of hard stuff ever!
We have a Masonic friend and his wife who live half the year in Scotland. There “cottage”, as she puts it in her adorable but thick brogue, is not too far from Campbelton and Glengyle Distillery. She told me in kilometers but

. Anyway, just about a year before Ken was installed, Robert asked if I had a photo of Ken in his dress whites, and also asked for the photo we planned to use for Ken’s official portrait. While they were back in Scotland, he had this bottled for Ken and presented it to him as an installation as Grand Master gift. It even came in a special box. Neither of us drink it. Robert passed away this winter, so Ken’s thinking that he’ll take it with us to our Grand Lodge and break it open at the guys’ usual “Cordial night”, where spirits flow and spirits are high, and the guys will toast Robert with it. I like that idea.
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