The Good Stuff

Thanksgiving, 2019 was wonderful. Among other things, family from Manhattan, New York visited. They came to the cold and wet of Nashville … go figure.

Surprisingly, they presented me with a bottle of 90 proof whiskey bourbon that was distilled in, of all places, Brooklyn! Where’s Elliot Ness when you need him?

Was it comparable to good Tennessee whiskies and Kentucky bourbons? Well, it was golden brown, came in a glass bottle, and had a bite. Pretty good stuff, actually. 

What truly is the good stuff, especially when my lovable grandson has Duchenne?  

A heartfelt and prayerful blessing of the bountiful meal that awaited us. Family sitting around the dinner table to feast on yet again another culinary masterpiece concocted and assembled by my gregarious wife of 42 years. Face-timing distant friends and relatives and seeing their young children growing up. Pet dogs making themselves at home, including on some of the nicer furniture.

Sharing with the family members from New York our totally unexpected journey since April 25th when we learned that grandson Hayes has Duchenne even had a therapeutic effect, at least on me.

A good whiskey bourbon warms the palate. Life’s truly good stuff warms the heart.  

Let’s hope and pray that a foreseeable end to Duchenne joins the good stuff.

Kindly,

Papa in Tennessee