Data point...
Dec. 14th, 2007 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpIn going through stuff here at the house, I feel like what I think an archaeologist might feel like at a dig. Today, I found a folder containing, among other things, a letter I wrote home from Camp Pendleton, California, back when I was stationed there as a Marine and a letter I wrote home from Leningrad, back about 30 years ago, when I was working as a company representative in the USSR.
In the basement, I found a nice wooden box that at one time contained a bottle of Midleton Irish whiskey, which I bought in the duty-free shop at Shannon while the rest of the planeload of my countrymen - who had spent nearly two weeks in the Soviet Union away from such things as ketchup and Coca-Cola - were bellied up to the bar three and four deep in the hopes of wetting their whistles with a taste of home.
I seem to recall the bottle cost me around $100 (that's in 1976 dollars!), and that the old man and I drank it together, and enjoyed it.
I'm also noticing that the box from the basement (currently at my keyboard) carries a date of 1991, which doesn't fit into the timeline of my recollection. So maybe the bottle I bought wasn't Midleton - though knowing the old man, it probably was, as he rarely deviated from the tried and true - but the basic underlying story is real.
I miss them both.
Cheers...
In the basement, I found a nice wooden box that at one time contained a bottle of Midleton Irish whiskey, which I bought in the duty-free shop at Shannon while the rest of the planeload of my countrymen - who had spent nearly two weeks in the Soviet Union away from such things as ketchup and Coca-Cola - were bellied up to the bar three and four deep in the hopes of wetting their whistles with a taste of home.
I seem to recall the bottle cost me around $100 (that's in 1976 dollars!), and that the old man and I drank it together, and enjoyed it.
I'm also noticing that the box from the basement (currently at my keyboard) carries a date of 1991, which doesn't fit into the timeline of my recollection. So maybe the bottle I bought wasn't Midleton - though knowing the old man, it probably was, as he rarely deviated from the tried and true - but the basic underlying story is real.
I miss them both.
Cheers...
