It was a lucky thing this day rolled around. I was getting low. The Highland Park is an old fave, first discovered doing the research for Dopeland. I was in Adelaide, visiting a frock shop of all places. I knew the owners through some friends. They were fond of a smoke. And a drink. They introduced me to the Park at the pub across the road. An unremarkable watering hole in all respects, save for its whisky selection.
The Bulleit, I credit to Murph.
Thomas and I drove across the city to see my dad while the ladies were busy. After that we watched the first ep of Band of Brothers, which I thought a very Father's Day choice. I'll watch the rest of the series with him over the next few weeks/months. I'd forgotten how good it was, both as an adapatation of Ambrose's book, and as a work in its own right.