I had to get moving this morning, go to the Doc's place and give him some blood and urine. It's time for my semi-annual visit, so he can tell me that I'm becoming an old, decrepit man. I don't mind, so much. I actually like my Doc. He seems to be a good fellow, and we normally talk about fishing, or whiskey, after he has done his duty to my health.
I'm his last patient today, and I'm thinking about bringing him a sample of a fine, American single malt that someone else introduced me to. They can't call it Scotch, because it is not a product of Scotland, but they make it in Colorado. Every Scotch drinker I've talked with thinks that it is a very good representation of a single malt whiskey. Stranahan's whiskey.
We can't get it in Louisiana (or at least, I haven't found it yet) and Louisiana's laws don't allow then to ship it to me. It is confounding.