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Aug 11, 2014 / 69 notes
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
RIP Mr. Williams
In the midst of the daily grind we can forget why we move forward. Why we press on. Daily I need to remind myself to be thankful for what I have. Grateful for the opportunities I have been given. This Monday remember what you have. How far you’ve come. Have a great week people. #grateful #monday #craftcoffee #roasterlife #passionfor #livefolk #vsco
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In the midst of the daily grind we can forget why we move forward. Why we press on. Daily I need to remind myself to be thankful for what I have. Grateful for the opportunities I have been given. This Monday remember what you have. How far you’ve come. Have a great week people. #grateful #monday #craftcoffee #roasterlife #passionfor #livefolk #vsco

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#makehistory #civilwarsoldiersgettingtheirlegsawedoffwerentgivenavodkacranberry #bourbon #lovelettertomyliver

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Anonymous said: I've got a bottle of 'Old Pulteney'single malt whiskey. I had a measure straight and just found it to be foul. Anything I can do to maybe enjoy it more? Let it breath? add ice?

Old Pulteney is a great one to start with. Letting it breath and open up will do wonders, but by the sound of it, you may need to do something more. If you are unaccustomed to single malts or “neat” drinking I would suggest ice or water to round out the “seemingly” harsher edges. Generally I simply tell people to stick with it, take it slow, and acquire the taste - by the end of your first bottle you will be well on your way. If all else fails… add ginger ale.

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