Apparently my new predilection for the taste of Bourbon has roots going back a long way. Jan and I learned yesterday that my father and his brother, as young boys under the age of 10, had the after-school job of sitting in the basement of their North Greece Rd. home and watching the still my grandfather had built.
The boys had to fill bottles of whisky and somehow measure the alcohol content of each one to ensure its' quality. My father remembers two customers in particular, Mr. Howe, the Town of Greece Superintendent in the 1940's and Sheriff Al Skinner. Evidently my grandfather's whiskey was of high enough quality that even the "law" was willing to overlook a still operating in the basement!
Hank Williams Jr., Family Tradition
All of this means that it is normal and okay for me to exercise like a maniac, feel guilty for only running 10 miles in the morning and not biking, swimming or lifting weights too, and have a few sips of Bourbon around dinner time, after all, it's Family Tradition!