"If anything, the Bacardi saved his life. . ."
Seeing this is newsletter #151, I am reminded of Bacardi.
In case you've never experienced it, rum is a terrible invention that pops into my life every once in a while and results in outcomes like karaoke gone wrong and birthday party mishaps. The latter happened to be a dear grandmother's birthday where I spent way too much time with a member of the Bacardi family.
Family member, in this case, isn't some euphemism for a bottle of booze. I was literally behind the bar for a number of hours with a beautiful Cuban woman. She is an honorary member of my wife's extended family, and that day she came to town with a lot of rum. So I did my part to dispose of it.
The next morning, as we slowly gathered under hats and behind sunglasses for breakfast, we find out that one of the relatives spent the night in the hospital. It turns out he is diabetic and between cups of rum and multiple sheet cake slices, he had issues that required medical attention, but thankfully will be all right.
When it is suggested that rum was the culprit, Susie sits up, straightens her Lilly Pulitzer yellow coat, shakes her perfectly coifed head, and says, "No. If anything the rum saved his life."
Newsletter 151 is dedicated to the memory of that delightful woman and her cursed box of birthday rum. Good stuff.
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