I left the sixth section of the poem on a coaster at the amazing Smooth Ambler Spirits, a brand new distillery in Maxwellton, WV. We went for a visit and showed up after they’d closed for the day, but charming proprieters let us in anyway, mixed us some cocktails with their delicious and smooth vodka, and took us on a tour. We meant to stop by for a few minutes and stayed for two and a half hours, leaving with several bottles of their handcrafted gin, vodka and white whiskey. It’s not only a great place to spend some time and money, it’s run by two of the smartest, funniest guys in the distilling business (I’m assuming. I don’t actually know anyone else in the distilling business). I look forward to going back soon.
The Open Road Project: leaving sections of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road wherever I visit. Check out where the poem’s been on Everlater and follow it’s route stanza by stanza at the Open Road page.
Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the
illiterate person, are not denied