All right. Let's give you something to tell your grandkids about. Or great-grandkids. Or great-great-grandkids. I snort with glee, delirious with excitement. Charlie winks and pours me another finger's worth of whiskey. Then, on second thought, he tips the bottle again. I reach out and grab its neckBetter not, I sayDon't want to get tipsy and break a hip.