Those of us who were old enough to drink alcohol at conventions held Scotch sipping parties (called "Quiet Gatherings") where we brought out our fancy drinkware. This is the silver-plated goblet I learned to drink Scotch from, when I was living in an artists' colony in Rome. The bottle is a single malt, which we artists couldn't afford. Our little sip meetings were called the "Goblet Club." This was almost 50 years ago.
I still have my 1971 goblet, as seen here, but I can't drink from it. During the Virginia earthquake of August 2011, it fell to the floor and a big crack opened down one side. At least that's what I think happened. I keep it as a memory.
Black tech pen, 5" x 5", November 1984.
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