One summer at Uncle Toby's house I noticed something at the bottom of the pool. I made Uncle Toby dive down and get it. Turned out a shot glass had some how ended up at the bottom of the pool getting drug around by the vacuum. The shot glass had been worn down on several sides so it sat tilting. We called it the "drunken shot glass." Everytime I was at Uncle Toby's house we always did shots from the drunken shot glass. No matter how many shot glasses Uncle Toby had in his collection we took turns and did all of our shots from the drunken shot glass. But then one day, the drunken shot glass disappeared never to be found again. We now take a moment of silence for the drunken shot glass....
A few weeks ago, I was talking to Uncle Toby on the phone and he told me he had bought me a gift and would send it to me soon. Before Uncle Toby could even send me the present, I went to visit him in Pittsburgh. My gift? A Duquesne Incline souvenir shot glass. How cool are these! One for me and one to stay in Pittsburgh at the Rechenmacher house.
Uncle Toby did mention though that it was a little upsetting how the Duquesne Incline took our idea of our carefully handcrafted drunken shot glass and turned it into a heartless mass manufactured souvenir glasses in China... And I do agree, but I also like how it ties California to Pittsburgh!
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