Drinking

I don’t drink alcohol very often. Most of it tastes terrible to me. When I was of grammar school age, a relative left an almost empty bottle of whiskey at our house. My siblings and I wanted to taste those last few drops. Instead, our mother removed the bottle top and allowed us to smell the whiskey, which we all hated. We didn’t want to taste it then. Continue reading “Drinking”

I Caved

For a few years in the late 1970s, I worked full-time with an Alabama cover band with my friend and mentor Bobby D. We played regularly at hotel bars in several states, usually six nights per week. We once had a multi-week gig at a Fairmont, West Virginia hotel lounge. On a Sunday (our free day), we visited Laurel Caverns in nearby Pennsylvania.
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