Saturday afternoon I had to go out to the grocery store–nothing puts a crimp in the rest of the day like a lack of breakfast cereal. (For those keeping score at home, I generally prefer Peanut Butter Cap’N Crunch or Cookie Crisp.) So, I drove to Eldersburg and went to the store.

While I was out, I decided I’d stop at a liquor store. Why? The off-chance I might find Beamish, that’s why. Not that I was itching for Beamish, because I wasn’t, but it would be interesting to see. And Eldersburg struck me as being someplace where I might find Beamish. Certainly not the corner liquor store by the house where I’d have no chance.

Alas, no Beamish …