Lexblogging: Woodford Reserve
By Visited the Woodford Reserve distillery yesterday, and bought a liter of their delightful product. Bourbon is glorious, and great bourbon inspires contemplation of divinity.
Lexington does have its charms. The booze even makes up for the pickup truck I followed home today. Said truck had a Confederate flag for a rear window, another Confederate flag flying from its bed, and, I swear to God, a smokestack exhaust. To be perfectly honest, I’m glad that I wasn’t carrying my baseball bat. If my poor little Honda had been able to make more of a dent, I might have considered doing something stupid.