Thanks Navy, ditto. Patmack, haven't heard of Dos Gringos, I'd like to, is it on the web?
For those unfamiliar with the drink "Jeremiah Weed", here's the legend... What follows may be total B.S. but this is what I was told sometime around 1985.
Apparently at a Red Flag exercise some time in the 70's, an F4 crew was forced to jump out after their Rhino crapped out on them. They successfully parachuted into a dry wash. Those familiar with the Nellis range know that it is some of the most inhospitable territory imaginable, nothing but sand and scrub and snakes for thousands of square miles. It also has scattered through it some seriously old mining shacks and camps. Quite a few hermit types still prospect out there.
Walking up the dry wash, they came to one of these camps. Among the refuse was an empty bottle of Jeremiah Weed. The label of a weed bottle says something like "Jeremiah Weed was a man of adventure, who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it."
"H*ll I wish I had a swig of this stuff now, I sure could use some." They took the bottle back with them, found more at a specialty liquor store, and it became the shot of choice for most, if not all, USAF fighter squadrons in the 80's. It is 100 proof, a bit too sweet, like Southern Comfort, but in retrospect it goes down too easy and has caused many a forgetful night for me and countless others. My understanding is that it is no longer made. A friend was going to buy a few cases, this was some time around 1988. I'm pretty sure it no longer exists... can anyone correct me?
Anyway, that's the "weed" story. We'd raise a few eyebrows chanting "weed, weed, weed" on Fridays, as squadron visitors thought we wanted to load a bong or do some fatties.
