Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Oh, the Humanity.

Oh the horror. Oh the tears. Some events you would not wish on your worst enemy. 

The Tavern is supplied with the very best and purest, brought in flasks on Angel's shoulders. But there are other, lesser tipples that even nice folk enjoy. It is to be regretted when it does what it is not meant to. 

I like a whiskey. And even that American brew, Jim Beam, despite it not having the cachet of fine Highland single malt.

But even I can weep at the waste. First, lightning struck a Jim Beam warehouse in Kentucky.

Then, hundreds of gallons of bourbon poured into a retention pond and caught fire.

Finally, forceful winds brought the fire into the sky, creating a firenado.

Oh the Humanity.

Drink here in the Tavern.



  1. Replies
    1. One can assume quality differences in water source. Highland babbling brook, spring-fed and pure vs a pond in the woods with frog spawn, twigs and the odd alligator. Bur we did not say that in the bar. :)

  2. The death of the bourbon produced beautiful images to compensate. I wonder if the Angels were sharing their enjoyment of 'their share' ;-)

    1. Or something else...

      This is a link to a fabulous painting that I saw on my recent travels. I was hoping to find a video link that shows how lighting is used to make the painting come alive. So far I have been unable to find one.

    2. Hmmmm. I know I prefer the highland single malt but I would not go so far as to equate Jim Beam with Sodom and Gomorrah. :)


Ne meias in stragulo aut pueros circummittam.

Our Bouncer is a gentleman of muscle and guile. His patience has limits. He will check you at the door.

The Tavern gets rowdy visitors from time to time. Some are brain dead and some soul dead. They attack customers and the bar staff and piss on the carpets. Those people will not be allowed in anymore. So... Be Nice..