I called my mom the other day & we talked about the usual -- family, life, work. As I told her about work she goes:
"Grandpa must be smiling down from heaven at you. He loved his whiskey. Every year for Christmas he would buy himself a bottle of Jim Beam, wrap it & put it under the Christmas tree with a card that said, "To: Martin, From: Martin."
I kind of loved that story & it did make me feel pretty special to be working on the account I do. My grandfather was a pretty poor farmer, so a bottle of Beam was certainly a treat. How is that for tradition?
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