Bourbon Balls

This particular story is so appropriate to open with that it was a part of his eulogy. Here we begin to get a feel of the path that is to be created by this memorial blog, evoking thoughts of "I didn't expect that", or "What won't he say", but always the intended smile that comes with his parting message of...Congratulations, you have just been entertained by Sam Tullis.

It was Christmas in the early 1970's and immediately the image of tight sweaters, tight pants and over sized collars is imaginably clear . The Trowbridges are throwing a family get together for this group of young, freshly married 20 somethings. Best behavior abound, and conversation politely bounces between sports and career. Younger sister Jody begins to break out the ever popular Christmas dessert spread of cookies and brownies and something that she deems not worthy of the table, but must be hand passed-guest to guest.
Paying not much attention to the procession, My father is reached on the couch by a bent at the waist Jody holding a plate of donut hole shaped confections.
"Have you ever had Bourbon Balls before?" she asks him innocently.

"Probably-I drink a lot of Bourbon". He honestly replies