Booze Runner

Screw those soft and funny photos on the brochures and websites of assisted living facilities! You think life changes because you get sick, old, or become incapacitated in some way? Think again. Life marches on. Either you adjust or lose your way. When my mother-in-law first moved into assisted living, it was after the death of her husband of 65 years. First thing on the agenda? She met a new man and began a semi-romantic affair for two years until he died. (another story). One day I offered while she was at dinner with a table of friends to pick up her wine (Gallo Chablis please) and bourbon and next thing you know, I'm making a list for everyone else! Thus, my job for sometime to come as the booze runner for assisted living residents. (Skip that skimpy mini-glass of wine thank you very much!). Vermouth, whiskey, bourbon, gin, wine, beer....you name it....I bootlegged it into each of them in large UPS brown boxes. The ABC store owner started giving me very funny looks to which I replied, "Picking up a few things for friends. (:" Ah....the gratitude as I made my rounds. Filled my heart with joy!