081313 #copperhead That reminded me of something he used to do. Sometimes when we were playing cards, or also when he was working on something in his garage, he would pour himself a drink—usually Canadian whiskey for some reason—but then he would just let it sit there. The ice cubes would slowly melt into little fuzzy bumps, and disappear. I don't know why I never said anything or asked him about it. It just seemed like the un-drunk drink was a part of the picture, like a gun-black wrench hanging up on the pegboard, or a