Death, Terrorism and Johnnie Walker

9/11 and a sip of whiskey reminded a cop’s sister of what’s most important.

Wendy Z Lewis
Sep 5, 2018 · 5 min read

The bottle cost two hundred dollars. I’d just paid my bills for the month and wasn’t in the mood to splurge, but my boyfriend talked me into it. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll pay half. Andy’ll love it.” And so my boyfriend Ed and I sprang for the big bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue…

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Wendy Z Lewis

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Award-winning writer and survivor of corporate America. I’m also a performance artist, punch heavy bags and sing Reggaeton badly in Spanglish. WendyZLewis.com

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