It’s my hope that one day the family will shake their heads fondly and say,
“AunTina always made a fuss on Repeal Day—the day Prohibition was repealed. She insisted we raise our glasses, of whatever we pleased, to celebrate that America knows how to fix its mistakes… and that we have the freedom to choose how we celebrate.”
The drink can be anything: coffee, seltzer, cider, or something stronger if you wish. The point isn’t what’s in the glass—it’s the toast, the freedom, and the stories we carry forward.
You all know I never let Repeal Day slip by without a word—or at least without a sip of something in its honor.
Back on December 5, 1933, the country took a deep breath, straightened its skirts, and said, “Alright then, let’s fix what needs fixing.”
The 21st Amendment didn’t just end Prohibition—it reminded us that America has this wonderful, stubborn habit of correcting its own course. That’s the kind of story our ancestors would tell around a crowded table: mistakes made, lessons learned, and a toast to better judgment next time.
So here’s to that spirit—our freedom to rethink, rebuild, and raise a glass to whatever we choose. What matters is the moment, the gratitude, and the company.
Cheers, family.
