We all understand how the government, on both the federal and
state level, regulates alcohol. Scotch
Whiskey, included. Sales and distribution
are strictly controlled. Taxes are imposed.
I think most of us agree, regulating Scotch is disturbing.
Well, a super-localized form of Scotch regulation is threatening
my brother-in-law.
Spousal regulation.
Apparently, my sister has threatened to limit both the quantity
and quality of Scotch my brother-in-law is accustomed to imbibing.
I stopped by my brother-in-law’s house yesterday afternoon to drop
off a pair of sunglasses he had forgotten in my truck. Both of us fought back tears as we discussed
the proposed regulation of Scotch he is confronting.
“So, what’s the deal with that?” I asked. “I mean, why?”
“I don’t know…some stuff about needing money for cars and the
house and that kind of thing.”
“Seriously,” I sipped at the Scotch he had just poured for
me. “Are we really going to have to put
a house or an automobile ahead of Scotch.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know
how to occupy that space. Aayyyy! Maybe you can negotiate a compromise.”
“Maybe. I just did the
dishes. That should be worth something.”
“That’s a good start.
Whatever happens, you can’t go below 12 years of maturing on the Scotch. You just can’t.”
—Mitchell Hegman
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