Not a fan. I’m not a hater either… perhaps indifferent is the best word. Back in the before times, I spent many pleasant evenings by the campfire with friends or the father in law, with cigars and wild turkey. The father in law loved it. One day I spied a bottle of Rare Breed and bought it and stuffed it in my plunder during a fishing trip.
We were settling down for the night after supper and a day on the water, and I remembered it and fished it out and passed it over… and the father in law lit up like a thousand watt light bulb. I took a glass to be sociable and left the rest of it to him.
The world was a different place, and we were different people.
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