Mike Rowe

A big thanks to all those who ventured out last Friday to say hello at the Frederick Wine House and pick up a bottle of my grandfather’s whiskey. Once again, the line stretched all the way around the store, and the people in it made friends while they waited. People like Danny, who waited so long he opened his bottle and drank every drop, with a little help from those nearby. I’d say Danny probably made the most friends, with the possible exception of Amber Nicole. Amber dropped by from The Cellar Door down the street, to remind me about Read More