I dusted off the scotch bottles, this morning. Literally

[Siwsan]

The top is from 'Old St. Andrews' and is a 21 year old scotch. It was a gift to my uncle, from his neighbors, and there is still a small amount in the bottle.

The bottom one I bought, as a gift for my Dad, when I took my 'I can't believe I'm doing this' cruise on the QE2, from New York to Southampton. It was 1982 and, as I recall, it cost me $40. It came in a beautiful presentation box that is around here, somewhere. Between the two of us, we finished it off. I keep the empty bottle on display because it makes me think of Dad, and that always makes me smile.

[PJMcK]

1. What are you waiting for?

Pass it around!

[Siwsan]

3. I really was shocked to find the top one wasn't empty

It seems my uncle wasn't much of a scotch drinker.

And I remember my Dad being pretty impressed with what came out of the QE2 bottle. He was a fan of single malt, as am I.

[Zoonart]

2. Made me smile too.

My dad was also a scotch man. Those bottles are special. They once held mere alcohol, but now they hold precious memories.

[Siwsan]

5. You put that perfectly!

My Dad always taught us that one should appreciate liquor for the taste, not for the effect. I have many great memories of sitting with him, sipping on a drink and talking for hours. We still toast him at every holiday meal.

[SWBTATTReg]

4. Amen! Memories such as this are ...

worth more than their weight in gold and diamonds! What nice memories to have.