Our sister Wendi recently shared a letter our dad wrote to her many years ago, and it got me to thinking about what was the best drinking experience in my life. Believe it or not, it had nothing to do with beer or whiskey.  Or wine, for that matter. 

Its turning cooler in Idaho.  The mornings are crisp and the leaves are beginning to turn.  I am always amazed at how quick it happens.  It was just last week I was wearing shorts to my kids football game, and this week I’m wondering if my fall jacket will be heavy enough by 8:00pm.  Those […]