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Happy Birthday, Neal

I know. And you're absolutely right. Why is the inaugural post of what surely is a Boozer's Blog about this guy, this creep? How could I?
What can I say other than that's the way I'm wired.
That's how I roll, Yo.


I'm also a terrible procrastinator, always have been, so I have to set deadlines for myself just to get things done. Like this blog, f'rinstance
I had resolved that this would be up by New Year's day.
Nothing happened.
I prayed that I'd have this going by St Amand's Day, the patron saint of bartenders.
Still nothing.
I was certain, as sure as the day I was born, that I'd have this up by my 40th birthday (March 4th, for all those who still owe me a drink).
Nope.
I paraded around touting St. Patrick's Day as the kick-off.
I hadn't done shillelagh.
So I absolutley laid out March 20th as the drop dead deadline for this here blog. I mean, if I can't get my shit together to write about booze before the birthday of the Napoleon of Prohibition, I'm a lost cause.

So welcome to The Thirstin' Howl where, if you'll pardon the occasional "yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories", we'll have a few drinks, crack some jokes and possibly learn a thing or two along the way. And don't mind the mess, we still have some decorating to do.

So just who is the old duffer above? Glad you asked. I'll be brief.
Neal Frederick Dow was one of the weirder cats ever to come out of Portland Maine, the little town where I live. He was born in 1804 of solid New England Quaker stock, the kind of New England Quaker stock that thinks Hate-Evil is a man's surname. In 1851 he became Mayor of Portland with the backing of anti-immigrant, anti-Irish, and various Temperance groups. In June of that year, Dow cajoled Governor John Hubbard to sign a bill into law that outlawed the sale and manufacture of alcohol. Thus Maine became the first state to enact a blanket Prohibition law and Dow became a movement's standard bearer.

So Happy 103rd General! And I won't forget to put Rose's (Lime juice) on your grave.