I
remember the Tulare California Show fondly. Early one afternoon, Bob Barnett, Bob Scott, and I were standing in an aisle not far
from the entrance to the show, talking shop, when we all spied a deep
amber glop top sticking out of the top of a sock as it's owner drug it
into the hall.
Bob
Scott was closest, and fastest, out of the starting blocks. When the
bottle was pulled out of the sock, the most amazing example of a dark
chocolate amber Old Woodburn made it's appearance. Wonky top, hammered
with whittle, and dead MINT! The owner placed the Woodburn on the table
and Bob Scott started dispensing hundred dollar bills like an ATM on
steroids.
A legendary moment in the Tulare Show's long and well deserved reputation as a great show, where sleepers surface.
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