It’s nice that restaurants, when one orders sparkling water, bring a bottle of Perrier and lime in a wine glass. The presentation is as sensory as the splurge on a nice vintage for the table. It helps. But man, I miss drinking. I’m far from the first writer who likes a good bourbon. ...
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my forties
I don’t have many indoor memories from the summer of my 9th year; it’s all fireflies and long days, strawberry jam sandwiches on homemade bread and only needing shoes on Sunday. My birthday party was near the rose garden; I remember pink streamers and getting Rebecca of Sunnybrook ...
