Take this past Friday, for example. Front porch sitting and waiting for my arrival home was this courtesy case (yes, 24...well, actually 8 "regular", 8 light, and 8 light/lime) of Moosehead beer. Lots of history here. I may explain in an upcoming column.
Then, tonight I arrive home to a cute little box which I could smell from the across the room. Yes, it's that time again. Hop Crisis from 21st Amendment. Cared for all nice and neatly (and appropriately) sitting upon a bed of hops...cascade, I believe.
Ya never know what life is going to throw at you. Drink it up.