I've been bedeviled by a slowww connection here at the mobile command center, and it's made it tough to post. I gots some things to tell you.
No, I did not buy the farm, and we're quite a while from doing that. I do know that if I could live on the grounds of the Woodford Reserve distillery, I'd gladly do so:
I've had a swell couple of days driving around and sampling the local hospitality. I managed to eat pulled pork and fried chicken in the same day. I'm going to have to run the Las Vegas Half Marathon as a fat Elvis this year. More details when I get home.
OH...one more thing. I have a little something fun to announce Friday.
Later, alligators.
I'm reporting from a secure, undisclosed location in Louisville, Kentucky. Pictured here is the S.R.C. mobile command center, a miracle of modern digital technology, compact firepower and ancient distilling arts.
What am I doing here?
Right now I'm watching John McCain gesturing forcefully on the television, and a group of chubby rednecks is noisily grabbing ice and snacks from the vending machines across from my room.
I've driven down here with my mom to visit some old friends of hers and to take the first steps toward finding the future home of the compound. Tomorrow we're going to do a little road trip through the bluegrass region, stopping to visit a couple of distilleries along the way. On Thursday we're heading into northern Kentucky to visit a few farms that are for sale.
There will be bourbon. There will be pulled pork.
I'll keep y'all posted.
