… that Michael Hurst lost in an Election Day bet to me. Or at least, it’s a photo of the bottle he sent me, letting me know he was ready to pay up. Anyway, both container and contents are long gone. I remember going over to his house to collect my winnings from him. He didn’t mind losing, and I think he was glad to have a reason for me to come over. We opened the bottle and poured ourselves a glass from it. “You can mix yours with tears over a Democrat being elected,” I told him, but truthfully, we mostly laughed and laughed.