The old man took a swig from the bottle, the bourbon burnt his throat, should he call for a mixer, NO! NO! sod it, he took another swig, longer this time but swallowed it slowly delighting in the mellowness of the dram ........... He whistled quietly .......... an old tune, an old tune that he'd heard somewhere before ...........where was that? when was that? where all his years did that tune come from? ....He took another draught from the bottle ..........frowned a little, then smiled, ah ......... yes ....... a dim and distant memory recalled ... ah yes ... she was a good woman ..........He looked at the bottle again, grinned a little as a tear formed in his eye ..............