Apr 1, 2019
Goofy Juice
I was once twenty-three years old and for some reason or another my father and I were talking about alcohol. I told him that they call gin goofy juice these days, and I asked him if that is what they called it back when he was younger. He didn’t flinch or ask questions or lecture me or express any kind of emotion or opinion about this snippet of information that I had offered. He just said “no” and we moved on with the conversation.
It would be good to be able to talk with him now, nearly forty-three years later, about that conversation just to tell him how immature I was to think Goofy Juice was a thing just because I heard that from some gin guzzling coworker.
April 1, 2019
