I finished off most of this bottle of Jack Daniels on December 31, 1999, while I was sitting around listening on the short wave radio to Y2K not happening, first in New Zealand, then Australia, then places further west until it got to me, where it happened well enough to make up for those other places it didn’t.
But as you can see, there was some left in the bottle when Y2K got to me. I resolved to hold it back until something else happened. I’ve had it sitting over there on the microwave collecting dust for several years, threatening to celebrate various New Year and Thanksgivings and I-don’t-know-whatalls. I’d had it in the back of my mind lately I’d do my 70th birthday with it, then slid the clock backward and thought maybe my 69th here in a few days.
But it’s colder than a bear’s butt in this cabin this morning. I’ve got water heating in the microwave half-gallon at a time to pour over my head for a warm shower before I have to walk up to Gale’s to see if Little Red’s available for a necessaries run to Kerrville. Got to thinking a hot toddie might just warm things up enough to stop some of this shivering I’m doing before I pour that water over my head.
That Y2K whiskey just mightn’t survive another hour.
On the other hand, it might be nice to have it for when I turn 75.