Another Sign the Economy is Picking Up Steam

While walking to the office from my parking garage in downtown Minneapolis, I'm pretty used to seeing bottles in the street; winos leave them lying around in odd corners, at bus stops, and wherever the urge strikes them. Their tastes are usually pretty predictable: Colt 45, Mad Dog, Old English 800 and the like.

This morning, I saw a bottle on the sidewalk. Curious, I looked at it.

Remy Martin.

I think things are looking up.