So, I’m in Charleston for New Years, and I’m minding my own business, frattabbing and throwing down Woodford like its well-water, and the next thing I know, I wake up leaned up against the wall of Fort Sumter wearing naught but my specially ordered extra breathable boxer shorts.
Apparently, enough whiskey makes me an exceptionally good swimmer.
But that’s not the news. The news is that, while passed out, I had this dream, and Tom Selleck came down out of the Heavens, his chest hair gleaming, and told me, “Doug, stop slacking, redesign the website, and start posting again.”
So here we go.
A new site design will be up in a day or three. Hopefully, all current issues with the site (mostly caused by me getting frustrated while trying to work with the code innards and turning to the bottle) will be fixed, and life will go on.
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I would like to say that its not whiskey its Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey.