It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Like a Moth to a Flame
That ain't honey. Check out this cool little girl just irresistibly attracted to that beer. Delicious. My first memory of tasting beer was also at a festival (the Red Bud Fireman's picnic) where I'd approach my parents for some relief after running around all night playing tag and going on rides. What is it about festivals that gets parents sharing beer with 4-year olds?
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