How did the custom of waiting until 5:00 p.m. before having a drink of alcohol ever get started? Crazy, isn’t it? I’ve been waging guerilla war against the practice for decades, rarely with much success, so I’m happy to report that I shot the above scene yesterday at approximately 23 minutes before the hour, with a shot of tequila in my hand and my honey by my side. Living dangerously here, all right.
Jumping the Gun

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“The sun is over the yardarm” somewhere in the empire. I say make it 3:00 p.m. instead of 5.
I had a friend in MD who got angry with me for apologizing for pouring a shot at noon.
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