Crisp | Light | Tropical — 4.3% ABV
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Bursting with the sweet tang of ripe pineapple, zesty passionfruit, and sweet pink guava, this refreshing tropical rice blonde is as refreshing as paradise in a glass.”
Squad Rating: 9.5/10
February 9, 1946 ~ March 25, 2015
It pains me to admit it, but apparently—I’ve passed away. Everyone told me it would happen, but that’s not something I ever wanted to hear, much less experience. Once again, I didn’t get my way. That’s been the story of my life. I was born February 9, 1946, to Clyde and Mary Fisher in Hazelwood... read more
...and soon became the infamous middle child of the three Fisher girls. I walked to Hazelwood Elementary, where teachers like Mrs. McCracken planted the seed that led me to teaching. I started my career there in 1968 and later taught in Virginia, Georgia, and Florida—retiring after 25 years.
Life was made of memories I didn’t realize were treasures until much later: Mama in her apron, Daddy calling square dances, a sister pushing me off my tricycle, another sleepwalking out of the house. I was head majorette leading our band down King Street during Mardi Gras and even twirled baton in the Miss North Carolina Pageant. Naturally, to the tune of “Dixie.”
On December 16, 1967, I married the man of my dreams—Charlie Phillips—and we had exactly two kids: Bonnie and Scott. I owe them apologies for the No Frills jeans and kindergarten red-shirting, but they turned out wonderfully in spite of me.
Becoming Nana—and later “Nana Banana”—to my five grand-angels was life’s greatest joy. They stole my heart and all my money. But I hold the world record for “Hiney Getting,” and that’s a legacy I’m proud of.
So I was born, I blinked, and it was over. No monuments, no buildings named after me—but I knew love, laughter, and family. If you want to find me, look for the daffodils, the butterflies, or maybe just the loudest laugh in the breeze.
Please don’t cry because I’m gone. Or… maybe cry a little. After all—I have passed away.
And today, I’m happy. Probably dancing. Probably naked.
Love you forever
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