pmedic920":2nkl3fkk said:
AsylumGuido":2nkl3fkk said:
pmedic920":2nkl3fkk said:
Yep, Ole Dude was one of a kind.
I'll just leave this here.
:{)
He would absolutely appreciate that!
You don't know the story do you?
I'll give you the short version.
MakersMark is what I drink when I drink Whiskey. They produced a "very limited" run with the Seahawk colors. They were only available regionally. I could not get my hands on a bottle here in Texas.
Several people including Les tried hard to get me a bottle, and Les went to great lengths, above and beyond what I could ever ask of anybody. All was to no avail.
One day I got an email from Les, his Daughter that was in the wine/spirits industry had gifted him a bottle. He sent pictures. I was so jealous, and he wanted to give me the bottle but as it was gifted to him by a loved one, he couldn't.
I understood, and was happy that at least he (my friend) had one.
We lost Les, it was an unexpected tragedy for all that knew him.
A few weeks after Les's passing, I was contacted by Darlene (Les's wife/widow), she asked if I was the guy that Les had been trying to get the bottle of whiskey for?
I told her yes.
She asked me if I would like to have "his" bottle, and told me that she knew Les would want me to have it.
I was in shock, I was humbled and honored.
The bottle of whiskey that I posted the picture of, is Les's that was given to me by Darlene.
Now I need a dam hanky.
Great story, but what Lon's not telling you is the bigger and more horrifying story that happened shortly after...
Rob (L80) and I were bored as hell one day, so we drive out to Livingston. We sneak into his crib and stole that bad boy from him. We had it in our possession for probably a week before he notices it gone and the phone rings. He was so pissed when he found out we had it, he drove over here and starting screaming at us so hard, his mustache was flailing around like a party favor. He was really beside himself.
After some pushing and shoving, some handgun pointing, and a timely 911-call from the neighbor lady, we got him to calm down enough to tell him we were sorry, it was only a prank, and we gave it back to him. It was like we had just returned a kidnapped child or something.
It gets worse though...
On his way back out to his yellow Hummer to leave, he stumbles, and accidentally drops the bottle on the concrete. It exploded into a million pieces and there's whiskey and broken glass (and little bits of blue and green wax) all over the place. He stops, gets on his knees, and cries like I have never heard a man cry in my life. It was like a scene from a Scorsese flick with John Williams music playing. It felt like getting a wedgy in front of the entire school or something. Horrible. That was when he went for the gun, and started shooting.
So, after a while of running, hiding and dodging bullets, he was out of ammunition. So, we rush him, tackle him, and tie him to the shop lift. Then Rob heads to the liquor store to buy another bottle of Maker's Mark while I get an ear lashing for 30 minutes about how my grandkids need to worry, shit like that. Rob mixes up some colored wax and we get the situation squared away like it was brand new, but the genie was already out of the bottle. Quite literally. I think it looks better than the original, but hey.
He has still not spoken to us since, and to this day, we look under our cars for bombs before we crank the ignition. I mean, once a highly trained gun owner, tactical expert, and EMT medical dude gets scorned, it's only a matter of time. They know people and stuff.
Lon, how many times do we need to apologize man? :34853_doh:
:mrgreen:
RIP Les! :les:
