Single Barrel Theory  I may spend my days getting hollered at
and hung up on by lawyers and politicians, but occasionally I
get to spend my evenings drinking free booze at promotional
parties. Last night I followed a Scotsman in a kilt into the
Sixth Floor Museum and got loaded up on premium whisky, courtesy
of Chivas. I don't give a lot of love to promo people, but these
guys win the award for weirdest party location ever.  Thing is,
I'm just not sure it's the best idea to get a bunch of people
drunk and stumbling around the Sixth Floor. Booze lowers our
inhibitions and opens our mind to new, exciting concepts;
remember the thing with the whisk and the squirrel that seemed
like such a great idea at the Kappa Kappa Kappa party back in
college? But the friendly Scottish folk behind Chivas don't care
if, after three sour apple whisky martinis, we start to believe
there may have been darker forces behind JFK's death than just
the sick mind of a killer. They just want us to drink more
overpriced Scotch and listen