Kind of ashamed to admit that I pissed on Carry A. Nation one night. And I was a teenager who didn’t like alcohol.
It’s kind of weird that she is not buried too far from Dale Carnegie.
Or buried not too far. Proofread damn it.
LOL
I might have tossed my cookie once or twice, when I was in my twenties, at Carry Nations in Los Gatos, California...
We use to start at a bar called the “Black Watch”, a Scottish bar that offers an old standard that goes back decades called the “Kamikaze”.
After a few of those and stopping at other bars on the way to Carry Nations, you are going to need a seeing eye dog to get home...