Friends and I just spent a great week out in Jackson, my second visit in 14 months, and one of the things I was looking forward to was reacquainting myself with The Drool. So, as soon as possible I got myself to the Mangy Moose, and sitting at a teeny table directly in front of the big old roaring fireplace and the snowy slopes just outside the two-story window, I once again wrapped my hands around a big glass of Drool. Y'know...it hardly gets any better than that! For five days the Moose and I had a daily date. Then came the tragic end; the last night. "No," I cried, "It must not end. I will take you with me!" Thus it came to be that I dragged a 12-pack of Drool through three airports and, some 10 hours later, into my Virginia home. The 'rub': to make it last somehow for another year! Thanks, Big Sky!
