enJOY it

<— We went there.  Vern and I as 21 year olds.  Sat down.  Drank a pitcher of Beer.  Had my first Sam Adams.  Called the Dad to tell him I was drinking a real beer.  He was proud.

Solid.  Now we are going to Hotel Fig.  Going to order my first real drink.  Dude.  What’s it gonna be?  Not beer.  Enough beer for the day, or a small country.  Whichever.