I hate autumn. No matter how many years I've been out of school, I can't lose that feeling of dread I get when the nights get shorter and the tempera...
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For spirits, the last year has been a dilly, a doozy, a real humdinger. In other words, spectacular. A ridiculously gushing torrent of new bottlings has hit the shelves of liquor stores and bars worldwide.
Why does the typical American know about -- if not celebrate -- St. Patrick's Day, but not Robert Burns Day? I have no idea. Or as a Scot might say, I cannae tell ye.
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