Whiskey club: Cody Road Bourbon. Pre-pandemic, our local liquor store used to have tastings. (It probably does again, but we haven’t started going again yet.) At one tasting there was a rep from Cody Road, which turns out to be almost a local distillery: It’s in Le Claire, Iowa, just across the Mississippi. I don’t remember the precise details, but the rep mentioned that they try to use local corn and rye, grown close to the distillery.

The rye was actually even better than the bourbon (and I’m not usually a huge rye fan). We’ve got some of the rye in our liquor cabinet—I’ll have to have some again soon.

Today though I poured the bourbon on the rocks, although it’s also good neat.

A bottle of Cody Road bourbon behind a glass of the whiskey on the rocks.

Ashley likes to go for her first walk of the morning right at sunrise (hence the numerous sunrise photos here over the past year). But this time of year the sun rises so late, Ashley has started getting me out well before sunrise.

Dawn sky from Dohme Park

One of the great things in Illinois is the libraries are structured as taxing districts. With voter permission they can levy a property tax, and then receive the funds from that tax. So there’s no danger that the city, township, or county will decide that it needs the money more. Or, as in this case, that the library is doing something wrong, and therefore shouldn’t get any money until they toe the line.

https://literaryactivism.substack.com/p/a-pennsylvania-public-library-had

(I normally don’t link to substack posts, but this one seemed important.)