Disclaimer: I am a firm believer that alcohol should never be abused or used to excess. I would never encourage anyone to drink under age or over indulge in alcohol. But if you are going to be a fan of a particular brand of whiskey, I encourage you to pledge your allegiance to Jack Daniels.
I live just a hop, skip and a jump away from Lynchburg, Tennessee, home to Jack Daniels. I have chronicled my fascination with visiting the hollow made famous for it whiskey production. But today being a fan of the Old No. 7 gave me something that I have been wishing for five years now. Well, Jack Daniels didn’t give me anything nor did anyone else. The gift was earned by my husband, but the opportunity for this gift was by given by God’s sovereign hand over a hardy meal at Miss Mary Bobo’s. I guess to tell the story correctly, I need to start there.
Divot, Snapper, Punkin, and I went to Jack Daniels to tour the distillery and have lunch at Miss Mary Bobo’s. The distillery tour is something I have done many times before, but this was only my second time at Miss Mary Bobo’s. Our pick for lunch is a former boarding house turned lunch hotspot in the thriving metropolis known as Lynchburg. Being a former boarding house every thing is served family style and you are seated with a hostess. The hostess tells the history of the boarding house and tall tails about Jack Daniels. We were seated across from a charming lady and her mother from Huntsville, Alabama.
Working at Space Camp is an automatic talking point. Everyone seems to have questions about camp, about what our jobs are and so on. The guests at our table were no different. The lady from Huntsville had sent her daughter to Aviation Challenge last summer. And we all know Aviation Challenge is superior to all other camps including Space Camp. We chatted about camp and NASA for a while. Needless to say we hit it off, exchanging cards and such.
The funny thing was, she worked at the company Chris… Punkin had been trying to get a job at for sometime. It is common knowledge that Chris and I don’t really live together. He works and travels, and works and travels for PricewaterhouseCoopers. His office is in Birmingham, his practice is in Atlanta, and his wife is in Huntsville. Marriage can be complicated. Chris chatted about the possibility of working in Huntsville and I did like all good wife do, I whined about my husband not working in the same city he lived in. I am a whiner!
Being nice, liking Jack Daniels, persevering, and faith in God pays off, because today after 1,532 days of marriage Chris was offered a job here in Huntsville. He is a brilliant graduate of the University of Alabama, survivor of four layoffs at WorldCom, and current manager at PricewaterhouseCoopers. No, nothing is official, but having a job offer in the city that you live in is a blessing. I am sure the angels are getting more than their fair share, but if they would like a drink on me, I will buy them around. Thank you Miss Mary Bobo, nice lady across the table, Jack Daniels for buying the still from a preacher, and Chris for his diligence, but most of all, the Creator and Author of all things!!!