When Jim McEwan was distillery manager at Bowmore, he kept in touch with many of the people who admired his single malt Scotches. They would phone him at work in Scotland from all over the world with accounts of their drinking exploits and questions about peat and barley and, of course, kind words for his handiwork. He generally enjoyed these calls, but he was unsettled by the one he got from a fan in Denmark who announced that he was calling from the hospital.
"My God, are you all right?" McEwan asked.
"Oh, I'm fine," the Dane said. "My wife just gave birth to our first child."