So my good friend Dave "The Doc" calls late one evening, says he's uncorking a bottle of Lagavulin and could I come over. I scared him when I pressed my face against the glass of his kitchen window while he was still holding the phone, waiting for an answer.
As we sit in the den at the table overlooking the lake, Dave pours a splash of the Islay Gold into a snifter. He swirls it and tastes it.
"Outstanding," he says.
"Where's mine?" I ask.
"You don't get any," he says. "Your cholesterol's too high. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." When it comes to cholesterol, Dave is one gigantic pain at the end of the alimentary canal.
Years ago Dave suffered from high ... more