„Yesterday at the brewery in town. Just the wife and I, sitting outside in our usual spots, big blue Adirondack chairs, soaking in the sun and one of those fancy flights of beers, feeling blessed to have more free time.
A white rubber-nosed MG pulls in nearby. Older gent gets out and slowly makes his way over to the passenger side, gallantly assisting his bride. He looks over, I smile, and we nod in unison.
Shaking my head I think “That’s sludgo and the Redhead, further down the…“