For almost 30 years my grandfather ran a modest little corner tavern.
Throughout those 30 years this little corner tavern acquired quite a few regulars, but one of those regulars became a legend. My grandfather said this man wasn’t the average customer. He only came in a couple of times a week and it was always between the hours of 4 p.m. and 6 p.m. He had done it for so many years it became a tradition. The same thing each time… he’d come in, have a seat and proceed with his order. He would always tell the bartender, “I’m only going to have one, so make it a big one.” Over the years of him coming in to grandfather’s place and performing his ritual, he eventually became known as Big Whiskey.
As my grandfather tells it, Big Whiskey was the kind of man who always had the right thing to say at the right time, whether it was a joke, story or toast. Everyone knew if he was sitting at the bar, it was going to be a good night.
I’m not quite sure where he is today. He could still be sitting in a tavern somewhere with his one drink in hand, who knows. Regardless of who you are and where you’re from, I’ve come to believe that there’s a little of Big Whiskey in all of us. So, come on in and live down your story and a drink.
Traditions starting daily…