I haven't had rum since one night shortly after high school graduation. I and my friends had already polished off a very modest amount of beer, then decided to get some air and took a walk around the block. One guy mentioned he had a pint bottle of rum in his glove box and fetched it. Everyone else having declined, he and I alternated taking sips from it as we circumnavigated the block. When we got back to my friend's house the rum was all gone. There once was, and still may be, a photo of me lying in my friend's driveway afterward. Then, after taking the picture, he very kindly followed me home in those halcyon days when you were good to drive if you could get the keys into the ignition. Never again.
I like rum with Egg Nog at Christmas. The rest of the year, it's wine or, above 90F, beer. Finding the ignition is never an option at those times.


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