and lift a cold one to his memory. Colonel Michael Singleton would have done the same for you.
(Assuming of course that you were worthy...which apparently was not a given.)
Unusually for a magistrate, he rolled his own cigars and brewed a potent beer. His funeral eulogy reported long-standing rumours that Singleton was also familiar with the workings, and product, of a "not entirely licensed still".
I wish I'd known him...
Via the Corner.
