My blood runs cold

My memory has just been sold.

My last duty station in the Navy was Antigua. I should see if I still have my map of the island anywhere. Antigua wasn’t as lush as some of the other islands, but it was still an interesting place to be. You know, it’s too bad nobody had a Mackeson at the beer summit – it would have given me another silly Obama-Antigua link. Mackeson had a series of brief, somewhat suggestive radio ads playing when I was stationed there, and I still recall one of them: imagine a sultry female voice with a Caribbean accent saying, “Men, drink Mackeson. My man gets some every day.”

Ah, they don’t make ’em like that, anymore.

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