Wine Country

I'm not much of a wine drinker, but when in France.... Check it out (here).

 

Snowgaritas

It seemed like a terrific idea, only it didn't turn out too well. Read about it (here).

 

Yes, I Have a Drinking Problem

 I will readily admit that I have a compulsive personality, but the time has come for me to admit I’m struggling with an addiction. Read about it (here).

 

Bottoms Up!

 

I’ve tried on numerous occasions to drink beer, especially when frequenting British pubs and Bavarian beer halls, but ales and beers just aren’t for me. I’ve had to come up with more creative ways to maintain my beer belly. I enjoy the hard stuff, and my appreciation for powerful spirits goes way back. The vagueness of my memory will soon become understandable and the dialogue is imaginary, but I’ve heard enough relatives repeat this incident to accept it as true. Read about it (here).

Ditched

 

      I was startled to hear knocking on our front door early that September morning in 1965. It was Sunday. I was enjoying a bowl of Sugar Frosted Flakes and turning the TV dial looking for cartoons instead of religious programming.

     I opened the door and saw Ricky Delgado standing on our porch, an expression on his face I hadn’t seen since we’d snuck away to a local carnival so he could ride The Hammer. Ricky looked nervous.

     “Did your folks come home last night?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.

     “Of course. Why wouldn’t they?”

What happened next I'll never forget. Read about it (here).