Six bottle kid

 


Six bottle kid

     While it proved to be his undoing Greg Sheehy was true to his Irish blood loving a drop of the craythur and the fruit of the vine on a regular basis. He was also careful to keep proper supplies when the social situation involved drinking of spirits. The old Irish-American song "Finnegan's Wake from 1864 described his leanings

You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' wayWith the love of the liquor, poor Tim was bornAnd to help him on with his work each dayHe'd a drop of the craythur every morn

His larder had plenty of club soda and a bit of tonic water to aid the imbibing. His liquor cabinet always was stocked with Canadian Mist or Jamesons that the Missus took in moderation. When it came to wine he had a jug of Woodbridge on the counter that he filled glasses with and brought back to the surface with a rather loud thud due to his dulled hearing. At social gatherings he leaned toward JLohr, BV, Rodney Strong, Kendall-Jackson or the dreaded Sterling. (another story) He never wanted to be caught short and planned well on outings such as Concerts on the Green or a blessed holiday night at Lawry's. Discussing such a celebration with Lissy and I he suggested we would need six bottles of wine at Lawry's. Being that we were gathering eight celebrants with two not interested in wine and two bringing their own fine vintages that doped out to be a bottle and a half per. Considering the tradition consisted of a stop at the lively bar with heavy-handed mixologists before seating in our booth the old fellow's suggested supply would have made for several carry outs. Lissy gave me one of her patented looks and she quietly cut the order in half. I believe an unopened bottle found its way back home that night.



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