From the files of our cocktail sniffer Jonathan Beckhardt
Dear Mom,
I am sorry that I only contact you when i need something, but I was wondering if you could send me my whiskey-shoes. I imagine they’re on the bottom shelf of my dresser, since I haven’t worn them since Jim Holt’s barbecue last summer. If you could get them in the mail this week, that would be great, as I need them for next Saturday. I am covering the Whiskeys of the World Expo on Saturday, April 14th. Whiskey vendors from all over will be serving samples from across two ballrooms of the Palace Hotel (yes, the same Palace Hotel where pneumonia got the best of Warren G. Harding). All that, while we get to listen to the Peninsula Scottish Fiddlers, and hopefully even check out some great speakers, like Lorne Mackillop, from MacKillop’s Choice Whisky. This is my chance to be something more than a Jim Beam hack, and I don’t want to blow it. Thanks mom,
I hope everything else is well with you,
Love,
Jonathan