My grandfather, Robert J. Fenn Sr., was such an influence in my life. My love of baseball, booze, hard work, and tradition comes from my grandfather along with my name.
He gave me my first taste of whiskey when I was a kid. We were riding the Amtrak train to Disneyland and he needed something to stir his drink with. I was snacking on a stick of licorice and offered it to him to use. After he stirred the drink I took a bite of the licorice (my grandmother wasn't too happy), and my fondness for good whiskey started that day.
One of my most prized possessions is my grandfather's Hamilton Railway Special watch. I pull it out every year on his birthday (January 28th), wind it up, and enjoy a bourbon.
What's the story of your first drink? Leave a comment below.