Imagine....

....all this could be Whisky.

In 1952,
after the distilling, we used to collect the leftovers
and feed it to the cattle. The Still Manager had a tap
in his office that delivered raw un-aged spirit
which he and my father drank liberally from
before we drove back with our load of mash.

My Father used to say, "If we go off the road let me know."