Today, I confronted the daily question in the Trivial Pursuit Page-A-Day calendar.
In September 2007, the U.S. Senate named a National Heritage Month after what liquor?
My response, after a few seconds, was “Bourbon.”
Our family knows a thing or two about potent potables, despite being a priest’s family living in a dry county in Mississippi. We had to import the communion wine for church — Gallo Port, if I recall correctly — from Selmer, Tenn.
And, about 20 miles west from where we would spent our summer vacation, there was the Jack Daniel’s Distillery, where they make their sour-mash whiskey the same way they did a century ago. What comes out technically fits the definition of bourbon, but the company insists on its blends being termed “whiskey.”
The thing about alcohol is that it is not just an enjoyable potable with meals or in the company of friends, but it is the subject of numerous cautionary tales. If you go out right now and you count people as you walk down the street, every 13th person on average in the U.S. has an alcohol problem.
I received training in alcoholism counseling a couple of decades ago, and the leader of the series made the correlation between higher rates of alcoholism and areas that ban alcohol. When you make drinking taboo, the person who finally gets hold of the beverage will tend to binge-drink rather than finding ways to enjoy it responsibly.
And Jack is, as my older brother would say, “a good slow sippin’ whiskey.”
So, what’s the point of today’s entry?
The calendar got the answer wrong.
In about a decade of doing this, this is the first time that’s happened.
Wonder if I should celebrate with a shot of something?