Talk

about somebody that loved whiskey.

Rock-N-Roll Rob Morrison.

Roommate in school for three and a half years.

Theres a story about him and an old coke cooler but that's for another day.

Rob worked at a liquor store in a not so good part of Bowling Green right down the street from where we lived.

Owner would let him drink as long as he kept track of it.

He brought this home one night.

I was like?

WTF is that?

It had been mostly Jim Beam and Wild turkey till then.

He brought home Blanton's one time.

(The round bottle with the different horses on top.)

This is like 85? 86?

He was way ahead of his time.

He knew what was good.

Steered me in the right direction as far as what good whiskey taste like.