...and there I was, faced with a decision. Throughout life, money will always come and go..
However, how many times will I be able to open a 70+ year old bottle of whiskey, from my grandfather?
Finally, St. Paddy's Day. I made a decision, and call my good friend and neighbor.
I said: Are you free, do you have 15 minutes for me to run over?
He said: Sure, come by..
He opened the door, and found me on his porch, grinning - holding the bottle...
He said: Oh, DO COME IN!
We stared at it for a while. His dog stared at us...
After all, when a Jew and an Italian ponder opening a 70 year old bottle of Irish Whiskey, on St. Paddy's Day... can't take that lightly.
I removed the lead wrapper, by pulling the old dusty cloth ribbon. Corked! Damn thing was corked! I ever so slowly withdraw the cork...
Two glasses... No Ice...
We raised.. I toasted Granddad.. and I sipped.. not swallowing.. letting it sit for a moment.
There was no 'burn' it was just warming, and FULL of flavors.. peach, and almost floral.
Simply Heavenly...
I tell you friends, if I had waited for some auspicious occasion.. I never would have opened it.
If I had cashed it in.. the money would be gone to bills.
This was an experience. Each time I pour a glass, I go back in time...
