Well, I finally did it. When Don Alt died all those years ago, I promised myself that someday I would go to Phoenix and poor a libation of Irish whiskey into the Arizona desert to commemorate the man. Wow...that Jameson's is some good stuff...but powerful...I suspect you are probaby supposed to drink it on ice and not just chug it straight..but how was I to know? Anyway, Don got the lion's share...that stuff put hair on my toenails...and clovers sprang up from the ground...then I saw a leprechaun...
Here's to ya, Don...the city of Phoenix belongs to YOU, the way that the city of Vienna belongs to Mozart...in both cases, it wasn't important to find the exact grave...your presence is felt everywhere in this town.