My faithful myrmidons for the evening were disaffected rock stars Woofer and Tweeter Le Grand and my old chum Rotten, a federal employee with a license to kill (though she claims she is merely a doctor at the VA). We made quite the spirited assemblage of desperadoes as we swaggered up to the log cabin/ liquor dispensary at Colorado. Rotten, swirling three fingers of Glenlivet in the air, was quick to point out that whatever else they were up to around here, they pour a mighty... More >>>