End Of A Drinking Journey
There is a photo of me at the age two drinking out of a beer bottle with the help of my Dad and Uncle Joe. My first memory of alcohol came with homemade cough syrup. Some whiskey, a squirt of lemon and a teaspoon of honey in a shot glass. Oh, did that taste good! I remember getting mad when my sisters were sick and got “medicine” and I couldn’t have any. It was more than jealousy; I wanted that warm feeling in my stomach along with the sense of calm that followed in my brain.