Jeff Burkhart: Remember, the holidays are for everyone

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“What’s that bottle over there?” asked the man I didn’t know, pointing at the back bar.

“Which bottle?” I said, gesturing at the hundreds of bottles lining the back bar in the direction he was pointing.

“The one I don’t recognize,” he said, as if I would know what he knows.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” I said.

“The brown one,” he said.

That did not help at all.

“That one.”

“This one?”