Mister Sour Mash

Remind me sometime to tell you the story of how I walked into a bar in Virginia to ask directions and two hours later stumbled out, having somehow won the title of “Mister Sour Mash”.

I hadn’t even known that there¬†was a “Sour Mash Pageant.”

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One Response to Mister Sour Mash

  1. caroleotter says:

    Okay, tell me the story! That sounds like one I should have heard by now, but I haven’t.

    -Your wife of 19 years, 6 months, 25 days

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