Sunday Morning: The Park
The duck pond was just melted enough so that if someone were nutty enough, they could tool around it in a canoe.
And that nutty person just happened to be a guy who loved talking about beer.
"The way I see it," he called out to anyone passing by the duck pond and staring at the idiot in a canoe, "People used to know about nature. Respected it. Then they figured they'd try to make it better. Take beer. Can you imagine why anyone would want to add anything artificial to anything that comes naturally with ingredients like grain, water from the Rocky Moutains, barley and hops?"
The man shook his head half in amusement and half in distaste at any beer brewer who wasn't solely based in Colorado.
"Neither did Coors," he said with seriousness that one could only have when talking about a beer so good it could only be Coors.
[Open for interaction or your parkly needs. Also? I WANT A FREAKIN' BEER!]
And that nutty person just happened to be a guy who loved talking about beer.
"The way I see it," he called out to anyone passing by the duck pond and staring at the idiot in a canoe, "People used to know about nature. Respected it. Then they figured they'd try to make it better. Take beer. Can you imagine why anyone would want to add anything artificial to anything that comes naturally with ingredients like grain, water from the Rocky Moutains, barley and hops?"
The man shook his head half in amusement and half in distaste at any beer brewer who wasn't solely based in Colorado.
"Neither did Coors," he said with seriousness that one could only have when talking about a beer so good it could only be Coors.
[Open for interaction or your parkly needs. Also? I WANT A FREAKIN' BEER!]