Brewery Stories

It was a typical Friday afternoon commute on the interstate. It was 4:00 pm, and all five eastbound lanes were bumper-to-bumper, stop-and-go at 20mph. Scott looked at his iPhone GPS map and read that he still had sixty-three miles to his house, and the estimated drive time was two hours and sixteen minutes. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he said aloud to no one in his car. “This is usually an hour drive with no traffic.” H...

I was bored one recent Saturday afternoon and decided to visit one of the area’s craft breweries. There are a handful within a short drive, and I decided to go to a six-month-old brewery taproom as they have a great patio and outdoor area. The weather was a pleasant lower eighty degrees and I was dressed casually in khaki shorts, an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt, my signature summer straw fedora, and Ray-Ban Wayfarers sunglass...