A whiskey adventure for you and me.
Get off your damn phone. Walk into any bar in America and survey the barstools. Cast your eyes on anyone sitting alone. How many of them have a phone clutched in their hands? Nowadays, the smartphone has replaced the book, the meditative stare, the bartender banter, the newspaper, the board game, the television screen, and the physical friend. A quick survey will reveal: a mundane string of text messages, a Words with Friends battle, a few lines of novel cast on a 3”x4” screen, a Facebook newsfeed, and ostensibly, the glories of a well-connected world. Yet here we all are, as any curmudgeon will grumble, entirely isolated in our digital worlds. You know what’s really sexy? Someone who can sit alone in a bar without needing a device.
[More whiskey charming counsel this way.]