Here at Butter Pat, we love a good story.
The kind that stick in our craw, that leave us leaning back in our chairs, or slapping our knees. That we listen to intently over cocktails, or tell with gusto around the campfire and dinner table. More often than not, they’re the long, rambling, roundabout ones that make us slow down and stay awhile. The “huh, who knews,” the “get the hell out of heres,” the “well, I’ll be damneds…”