“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
Is the sun over the yard arm yet?
It is for me. The yearly gathering of the guys in Tahoe begins later today, known as Scratch and Spit, because there won't be any women to tell us not to. I'm off work for the first time in a long time, and in an hour or so I'll hit the road for the high country. That is reason enough to celebrate with a little Oban.
The sun is over the yard arm somewhere on the planet. Good enough!