One thing I never thought I'd be doing in my life is applying for a liquor license. That's how I spent about half my Sunday, though. I had to fill out a pile of forms for the partnership that's been formed for the Kennel, and since I'm one of the partners, I had to do a personal affidavit. It's one of those swear-and-attest deals, where you have to tell the state whether or not you've ever been convicted to selling booze to minors or anything like that.
Not only have I not been convicted, I've never even been accused. I have at times in my distant past had a 17-year-old buy beer for me, when I was in my thirties and looked younger than he did. But that was only because we were working together and he could get away just before closing time and I couldn't. If there's any kind of statute of limitations, I can't be prosecuted. I'm not sure I even did anything wrong. If anybody was being led astray, it was me.
Obviously, the Kennel isn't really a kennel. I don't think there's a form for kennels to fill out if they want to sell alcohol. And I don't really want to be a booze merchant, but those kinds of decisions about how the Kennel is going to be run are beyond my control. I have no voting interest, because I'm not putting in any money. All I get is a small share of the profit, so if liquor makes money, suddenly I'm all for it.
I hadn't been planning to do much work today, but it turns out I could fill out these forms while watching the ballgame and the auto race. It's a good thing I can do three things at once, or I'd never get anything done at all. That's mostly because I don't try very hard at least half the time. Deadlines, you know. If something's due tomorrow, I'll probably get it done today. If it's due next week, leave me alone.