At a time when both the weather and current events make you want to medicate, booze can be a common first line of defence. Grandpappy’s medicine had a way of warding off disease and demons. Maybe even a certain orange-tinged goblin.
The thing is, Grandpappy didn’t have this specific cure-for-what-ails-ya, though one taste will make you swear you were sipping on a favorite of Hughes or Hemingway. Penicillin (the cocktail not the antibiotic) shares a birth year not with a washing machine or a jukebox but with the XBox 360. Continue reading
I was planning on posting an election day reminder to go vote but my good friend and fellow author, KM Alexander already beat me to it and in excellent fashion. Go here, read it, and vote. There’s more on the ballot than the big-ticket, hot mess that we’ve all endured for so long, though, you still need to vote for that as well.
Go forth and fill in bubbles, poke, chads, or whatever your state or county requires. Also, poke chads not Chads. Human Chads will be under enough stress on election day without having to worry about people poking them. Have some decency.