It wasn’t long ago, if I remember correctly, that I couldn’t walk through our house on any given morning without having to step over numerous Old Crow bottles. I know, somebody could’ve cleaned them up, but that’s besides the point. The point is: now instead of shuffling through Old Crow bottles on the floor, it’s Evan Williams bottles that I’m tripping over. It might not seem like a mind-blowing change, but around here, this is more than just a drink. (more…)