As a child I remember a golden liquid that sparkled as sunlight penetrated the glass that housed it. This amber ambrosia, as I would later come to know it, held a certain magical quality in my home. It could make people laugh or dry tears on sad occasions. Children were not to touch it and women folk would shake their head as it was poured.Many a holiday as a young man I watched this magical amber elixir bring the men in my family from a handshake to a hug. This mysterious blend could turn a “how are you” to an “I love you” as I watched the Owens brothers reunite with their father, my grandfather, on many occasions. Read the rest of this entry »

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