by Mike » Thu Oct 26, 2006 1:46 pm
abc, me and Barleycorn checked four liquor stores this morning and found nary a bottle of OR 10 YO.
But it's an ill wind that blows no good, cause I did find a nice little Mom and Pop (for real) seafood restaurant within 100 yards of 'my' liquor store.
They have oysters...........yep, oysters. Naturally, I had to have a dozen steamed (too scairt to eat 'em raw.......two women died a couple of weeks ago in Savannah from eating tainted raw oysters) and had a nice filet of grouper off the grill.
Mom and Pop don't know much about beer and oysters though..........all they gots is Bud, Miller, and that sort of stuff. I asked if I could bring along some Sierre Nevada Porter to go with my oysters, but they allowed as how it is agin the law.
Barleycorn growled something about it being a stupid law and they wanted to know did that dog say something. I told 'em nah he didn't say nothing.........it was me putting words in his mouth.
Now, that put Barleycorn hot (he don't like me speaking for him) and he muttered, 'Yeah Right!' We went on to round two of, 'Can that dog really talk........does he sing too.' 'Sings terrible', says I, 'but he can cut a rug dancing!'
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas