Sonnyboy, you need some of our water...um...well..kinda filtered through some oak kegs across the river from Detroit.
Huh?
Yup...in one of our favourite cities down in the farthest reaches of southern Ontario, wedged between Lake Erie and Lake Huron (oh yeah, don't forget Lake St. Clair).
Get yourself some Canadian Club. There's many variations: 6 year; 10 year; 12 year and better still...15 year. Oh..no..wait, there's a 20 year old CC (Canadian Club rye whiskey).
Nevermind...this is sillyarsed on my behalf...and yes, I've been on these sites inibriated...more than a few dozen times.
Sometimes it sooths our mental aches; or so it would seem. But buddy, let me tell you...as I sit here...as I listen to some old music from my early days (early 1970s) I am having some flashbacks, but I'm OK. Don't need to get myself cooked on booze to make a point.
Well...you can try. But trust me, you'll slip up. But if you're having a few...that's OK. You're far better behaved than I ever was.
I'm listening to the Carpenters right now, remembering driving with my father through the Cobequid Hills of Nova Scotia, heading to another drunken vacation with drunken relatives and a pedophile...waiting just for me.
No fun.
Now, how in the hell did I hit this topic, and how did I get caught up in this thread?
Nevermind....it's OK...there's many folks here; many just reading...some just waking up... waiting for a coffee-tea to brew.
Glad to be where I am right now. Toronto, for me: is and has always been a safe haven for me.
Peace.