Bradley A. Evans 4/27/25 Bradley A. Evans 4/27/25

Cheez-Its with Don Draper in Texas

646 Words. 2 Minute Read.

Back in my heyday in corporate, I ran with some real boozehounds. We weren’t degenerate drunks, but we toed the line—so did our bosses, and their bosses too. The culture was so saturated with alcohol you could’ve wrung it out of a towel.

Bradley A. Evans 4/25/25 Bradley A. Evans 4/25/25

A 1930s Studio in Austin

252 Words. 1 Minute Read.

Bradley A. Evans 4/23/25 Bradley A. Evans 4/23/25

Bootleggin’ with B. Floyd

919 Words. 4 Minute Read.

As much as I like the Bandit’s ’77 Trans Am, I’d prefer a 1970 Plymouth Superbird with a rear wing and a 426 Hemi, in Vitamin C Orange—but I’d replace the Road Runner’s “Tweet, Tweet” horn with one that plays Dixie.

Bradley A. Evans 4/21/25 Bradley A. Evans 4/21/25

Lemon Cake and Whiskers: The Robber Baron Within

1,614 Words. 6 Minute Read.

I just had a slice of homemade lemon cake, and it was rich! Fluffy like a cloud, with a decadent layer of sugary frosting—it just doesn’t get any better. As I was enjoying the last bite, I had to do what all mustachioed men do: check the mirror for crumbs, leftovers, what have you.

Bradley A. Evans 4/17/25 Bradley A. Evans 4/17/25

Bourbon, Bullets, and a Broke Down Truck

1,525 Words. 6 Minute Read.

I’ve traveled all over this great nation of ours—been to 47 states and visited every major city—and I can assure you that next to the majesty of the Rocky Mountains and the beauty of Northern California, Kentucky is one of the prettiest parts of America.