Several years ago on our drive from Nashville we detoured
and went to Lynchburg, Tennessee, and toured the Jack Daniel’s Whiskey
operation. Yes, we did buy a bottle of product
in the museum, which is a technical wiggle, because the county Lynchburg is in
is dry. We also bought a Jack Daniel
ball cap. I liked it, il was boldly black
and white letters.
Back home, the first time I wore it was on my daily walk. I
forgot exactly where I walked, I think it was probably a huge shabby vacant
run-down shopping center that has since been bulldozed away and now in the rebuilding
phase.
I saw a tall unkempt man stagger from around a corner and we
were coming towards each other. The way
he was staggering I was pretty sure he was drunk.
What would our interaction be? Would we politely nod, speak, or what? Would he beg some money? Would he grab me? We got shaking hands distance and he looked above
my eyes, more than likely he was looking at me Jack Daniel’s ball cap.
He frowned and bitterly said, “Do you drink that shit?”
“Sometimes.” I replied.
I haven’t worn "that shit" since.
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