A friend of mine got me this T-shirt which reads, “I drink and I know things.”

I can’t figure out why he got that for me. Was he mocking me?

When the people got back on our boat each day from their excursions—like every day—it was time for happy hour.  On a river cruise filled with tourists’ happy hour is a sacred trust.  Nothing is allowed to get between the tourists and their happy hour. Sometimes the cruise director had to make heroic efforts to twist things around so that no matter what, happy hour was preserved. And thank goodness he did.

Christiane who had to miss some of the excursions because of her limited mobility, was a regular attender. The bartender knew her well. She did not have to order her Jameson and Ginger. It was delivered after she arrived. For her, Happy Hour was more sacred than most.

Bad Oma! Bad Opa.