LBJ was gettin ready to blow Barry Goldwater away with the ad they never really ran about the lil girl pickin petals offa that posey when the mushroom cloud boiled up right behind her.
One of my BIL's was nuts about Goldwater and got louder and louder about being for him the more he drank. He'd then yell "set 'em up bartender!" after each vituprous pitch he made to everyone in the place, even though no one gave a dang about anything he was sayin.
Needless to say, by the time we left, he was soused and we had to open the passenger side door on our two door car for him to puke all the way back to St. Helena where he lived! What memories you have stirred within me!!!
We coulda used somma them sturdy plastic bags for him back then but they weren't being produced yet like they are today.
TMI!:)
If you are back in the area on a nice weekend night go have dinner at Yountville and watch the foodies walk up and down the sidewalks in search of the perfect dinner, appetizer, desert, hard alcohol drink, micro brew or wine.
Yountville during our good weather is like a Disney Land for adult foodies.