Memories
Bill Rini remember the passing of a friend. Today, it isn't – fortunately – something I need to deal with. But, he told a story that rang a bell. It was about booze and youth, and weak stomachs.
It was New Year's Even in the late 50's, I had a buddy by to stay over. The folks were having friends in and had stocked up the liquor cabinet. We grabbed two empty Coke 16 oz bottles – they used to come that way – and proceeded to siphon a bit off the bottles and throwing in some water to bring it back to full. We weren't overly smart about hooch. A bit of bourbon, a bit of brandy, some gin made for an interesting mixed drink.
We got the car – 53 Plymouth Cranbrook – and headed, with our ill got pop bottles, to a friends house. We picked him up and went and parked on a side road to consume our New Year's eve squeezins and did. Not much else exciting. Well, nothing exciting except being young and dumb.
We went home and the buddy had done more than his share. Staggered to bed and I went to visit the guest and be a good son. I got down stairs and they were laughing – no biggy. Got the usual quiz and seemed to pass. My buddy though had upchucked out the window and that was directly over the living room. The living room with the card table by the window.
Yup, busted! Oh well, at least I didn't get tricked into cleaning it up like Bill did.
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