My daddy loved the taste of Whiskey. I saw him go through several phases of liquor preference and his favorite drink by far was the highball.
All that came to an end when the incompetent medical establishment in South Carolina tried to erroneously diagnose him with tuberculosis and placed him on totally unnecessary medicine which caused intractable joint pain and made his whisky taste bad to him.
Luckily he didn't last long enough to it to become a real problem but nobody knows what a bunch of buffoons they all were and I was not allowed to confront their stupid asses.
So today is World Whiskey Day. It reminds me of my late father and the piss poor medical care he was given at Richland Hospital.
Boo. Hiss. Die.
Anyway Whiskey in the United State began in the 1600 with Scottish immigrants of which my own maternal family line is derived.
So if you imbibe go for it. I remain a teetotaler by choice.