This Week's Big Thirsty. "Last Gasp." Sent in by Milwaukee Joe.
Forget the "Sunday of the Summer" or the bottom of the 9th of the dog days.
It's just the last gasp for me, the last chance I have to do something just for me. And I'm selfish. I've been a good egg for weeks, moving the kids around, cooking for the wife, being a good neighbor on the block.
But in my last week before my Fall teaching starts, I'm going off by myself to a tiny cabin near a lake in Wisconsin. I have some $9 cigars and some $40 whiskey and I'm leaving the laptop and tablet at home. Ripe will be the drowsy hour, as my man Keats would say.
Q: What will you folks do with your last gasp of summer?