Thirsting for one last drink with Arnold Palmer

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Last week I confessed to a crime I’ve yet to commit.



It’ll be retail theft, a judicial term that robs my crime of all its spirituality.



See, my theft will involve spirits.



I’m vowing to one day pilfer a half-full bottle of premium whisky from behind the bar at the Tin Lizzy and sip-by-sip over maybe an hour or two transfer its entire contents from their bottle to my