Bottoms up


In the last year, I have passed through so many airports that I don't remember in which one I took this photograph. I was making my way to a connecting flight -- it was probably in Texas.

Of course her image has adorned refrigerator magnets, coffee mugs and the like for years. After all that, I don't know why this come-on for a cocktail struck me as particularly vulgar. Do you think she's spinning in her grave?