I just got home from an overnight business trip. Did I ever get an enthusiastic welcome from Memphis and Georgie – and Tuffy P thoughtfully had a chicken salad and a fresh bagel here for me for dinner. The trip was good but I’m tired and my right foot is pretty sore. I’m looking forward to putting my leg up tonight, and laying back and relaxing. I might even have a whiskey.
A whiskey?
Yes, a whiskey.
Oh, where do you get your whiskey?
Why, I get mine from Rockingham.
Here are Earl Johnson and his Clodhoppers performing one of my favourite old time numbers, I Get My Whiskey from Rockingham.
27th Street 