Yes, here’s another post on spirits, so much more interesting than Valentine’s Day, don’t you think? Legend has it that in the mid nineteenth century, a sixteen year old boy bought a still from a lay minister who’d been pressured by his … Continue reading →
On our last visit to Prescott we strolled into Matt’s Saloon on Whiskey Row on a late afternoon. We sidled up to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. A few minutes later, an older (as in septuagenarian) couple … Continue reading →
Today I’m sharing with you a dilemma. In my sequel to Rosalyn’s Ring, currently in final revisions, I have a scene where the heroine tells the hero to bring her whiskey instead of brandy. Or does she want whisky? (Head scratch … Continue reading →