August 06, 2003

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

The blues hit Bardstown, Kentucky, yesterday. There was a fire at a Jim Beam warehouse and about 800,000 gallons of bourbon went up in smoke. During a storm, the warehouse was apparently hit by some white lightning.

Bourbon flowed. The EPA and the ATF (and George the Lesser was chomping at the bit to make a campaign visit) prevented an environmental disaster of biblical proportions by damming up the creek nearby, stopping the flow of bourbon downstream.

There's nothing in the story I read about what the EPA and ATF people did with the bourbon they corraled.

There's nothing in the story about the disappointed local residents who had massed by the banks of the creek downstream, expecting to have to help clean up the spill, buckets of ice and glasses ready in hand.

Posted by Bill at August 6, 2003 09:23 PM
Comments

If I were a bourbon drinking woman, I'd be thinking about a water hose/straw idea.

Posted by: Charlene at August 6, 2003 10:01 PM

Jim Beam was Grandpa's favorite drink. When we were kids we would offer to mix him a drink and he would agree and sing our praises from the living room as we were busy adding salt or pepper or sugar or some other hard to detect additive...just to see if he could tell. Then we would deliver his drink, bringing it close but not fully within his reach and tell him it would cost him some change...any change...whatever he had. He knew to pass out change frugally because as the night wore on, we'd be repeating this act over and over and over and over....

As an adult I have never liked the taste of Jim Beam. I haven't smelled it since Grandpa passed. I used to HATE the smell. I bet I wouldn't hate it so much anymore.

Posted by: Kathy Howe at August 6, 2003 11:02 PM

ooops.

that should have been a POST not a COMMENT.

*grins*

Posted by: Kathy Howe at August 6, 2003 11:03 PM

Not that I like Bourbon but I would gladly have assisted in cleaning up with buckets and glasses in hand and ensured my neighbours bucket(s) was/were filled to the brim. They really are spoil-sports!

Posted by: Michelle at August 7, 2003 08:47 AM

Beats the story about the Blob of East Egg Township. Much tastier, too.

Posted by: Joel at August 10, 2003 04:02 AM