And the morning after?

Well, this reminds me of one of my late Father's favorite stories from the days he delivered milk around our small Maine island. Father usually took a couple of hours to do the route, stopping off at Todd's General Store at Georgetown Center, and commiserating with the small crowd that was always there swapping stories. Father, being from New York City, was considered an "outsider" even after ten years on the job until that morning. The morning stories were running well when they were rudely interrupted by loud barking, and the barking kept getting even louder. Everyone turned to look out the window only to see young Warren Todd making his way across the adjacent bridge on all fours and barking. Now everyone knew that Warren had a drinking problem, not the only one in town to be so afflicted but his parents were ardent temperance folks and, of course, managed the General Store. "What's he doing?" someone wondered aloud. Father established his "resident" credentials on the spot by responding slowly, "Why, trying to be inconspicuous."

Cheerily,
Charley Noble