Well. not walking exactly.
In about ten minutes, I'll be walking to the car that's driving me to the airport. I'm headed to New Orleans for a week to help get the Museum of the American Cocktail ready for its July 21st opening (right after Tales of the Cocktail).
Of course, I'll also be visiting some of my copper-bending friends. Before Katrina, New Orleans moonshiners and home distillers, like those in San Francisco, showed a penchant for making absinthe. Now that absinthe is legal again and the floods (but not the devastation they left in their wake) are gone, it's time to see what some of my old blue flames are up to.