Gallant Fox Brewery- Clifton Kentucky

George came down one night while I was dog sitting. It was a gorgeous day out so we decided to walk to Clifton and check out a brewery we hadn’t been to previously. Love that there continues to be places new to discover.

Once you got inside, the fox theme was masterfully done. The framed artwork was humorous as if this Mr. Fox was a real figure of sorts. Reminded me of the dogs playing cards” picture I grew up contemplating at my grandparents house.

By far the Spiritual Seneai was the best.

The shape of the taster boards were unique and they had some pretty cool tees inside too. I bought one for Zoe that I am hopeful she will enjoy when Sedona delivers it to her next week during their visit.

A train rumbled by and I captured George with his flight.

Just blogging to remember that I’d been here. Felt good to get out again.

As I looked down at the bench I was sitting on, I noticed the beauty in the woodgrain. I want to “wake up again” and be able to appreciate the art in everything.

Tulsa, Oklahoma- Nothing’s Left and Solero Brewery- Last leg of road trip home.

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. I’ve been in a strange place physically which is then frustrating me mentally. I keep using my California illness as the culprit that I’m still recovering from.

My thoughts are unclear and jumpy. I feel accomplished if I get one small thing completed like getting my car renewal stickers, buying a birthday card or mailing my taxes. God forbid I try to do more than one extra thing a day it will overwhelm me.

I feel slow at multi tasking and tired to no end. Can sleep 12 hours easily. I keep wondering if it’s hormones- age-or covid leftover brain. Regardless, it sucks. I’m uninspired. Uninspiring, sober and personally useless. Although I am managing to still work my full time remote job, when I am awake.

Tried journaling, only to get worn out by my own demons. Trying to stay off social media because it somehow makes me feel less meaningful. I used to get hope and momentum from watching nature and comedic videos. Now somehow it makes me feel inadequate watching others with energy and cleverness.

I’ve tried walking in the mornings with my friend Kathy. I tried walking on the weekends with Linda and Beth.

Just can’t get my mojo back. Yet.

My coworker Don helped me find a balance board similar to my childhood days. I get on it every day and it’s helping me to concentrate and get my brain and muscles working together again. I’m hoping over time this will also help me to stay agile.

I feel like my diagnosis of covid in February aged me 5 years in just one month. I used to feel so alive and ageless and now I feel stagnant and heavy. Depressing right? Personally everything is going great, so the mood defies logic. My kids are launching, growing and becoming the fantastic adult humans I knew they could be. My boyfriend remains completely kind, loving and supportive. (and sexy😉).

Just wanted to vent. I try not to. Wanted to explain because I myself am confused. But also wanted to finish and attempt to blog again- to bring my light back. So I’ll try to complete my road trip back from Cali with George, for memory’s sake.

——-After a late arrival in Albuquerque, we wanted to try to reach our next destination with daylight hours left to actually enjoy the city, whichever place that may end up being. We set our destination to Oklahoma City but later extended it to Tulsa.

I set our Google maps to a brewery named Nothing’s Left. Clever name. It seemed to be located beside some other breweries which could be a fun break from the road. But we still needed a place to sleep. This is always my concern when travelling with George. He likes hotels. I don’t. But can’t argue that my choices in Airbnb places at times can also be questioned.

We were happy to have this brewery as our first pit stop. Had a great vibe to it.

My flight. I loved the tags as a way to show what you had and doubling as a take home reminder.

George soon joined me- always a bit chattier than me with the bartender. My photo of both of our flights- so different as are we. We always try each others and I am always pleasantly surprised at some of the darker brews.

George made sure to add his sticker to the fridge.

The bartender is a gal who moved to Tulsa recently. She explained that she and her partner took advantage of a city incentive to get remote workers to move there. If you qualify, they pay you $10,000 over the course of a year as appreciation. I took it as an attempt to reverse some of the sterotypes or mindset of the locals and get some fresh perspectives in the city.

She told us about a Sheraton Hotel in the Arts District so we called to reserve the last remaining room. (again…) Before heading that way we went just up the street to find a Cidery and another two breweries which were equally cool.

Love their van decor and coloration. Now there’s a new flag with all the colors.

The view as we walked into the Solero Brewery. So beauifully pastel.

Inside was packed. Seemed like we arrived in time for happy hours with groups of coworkers and friends.

Loved the way their fridge is set into the walll and the fun neon sign setting the mood. I bought a 6 pack just because”. Always wanting to support a local business.

Beautiful merch display. I was feeling tipsy by this time and was tempted to also buy a tee just for fun, but purchased a glass instead. I love the coloration and how easy it was to find your size- kudos to this breweries merchandising.

Us. Perfect capture. Definitely feeling the buzz and happy to be out of the car for a bit.

When we walked out we caught a glimpse of the city in the distance and headed that way.

The hotel was difficult to enter. It was on the second floor but you needed a code or key to unlock. The phones to call up weren’t working. Luckily someone was leaving and we grabbed the door to get in. The one room down the hall smelled like smoke. I was not going to be able to sleep there. We told the front desk who claimed it did not smell like smoke (okay…..?) and then plugged in some chemical odor cleaner which then replaced the smoke with a chemical aroma.

The next morning George was kind enough to leave me be for an hour so I could jump into work to get started prior to the bumby ride home. I find it really hard working in the car. Plus I still wasn’t feeling the best so my tempermant was off.

As George took in the cloudy am, he found a Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie museum. I wondered why it was in Tulas so I google it.

“Tulsa worked because Dylan liked the idea of the museum being in the heartland, as he told friend and historian Douglas Brinkley. He also responded to the Native American presence in the region. May 11, 2022″

Seems Tulsa is looking to change. Aren’t we all.

Malibu Wine Tasting- Malibu, California

Our last full day together, Zoe and I decided to grab brunch and go to a wine tasting. While she was still sleeping in, I googled food places nearby. Once she got up and rolling we headed out.

We went to the Larchmont Cafe and we perfectly timed our arrival. After we ordered and sat down, the place filled up and there was a line out the door.

Adorable place with great coffee and breakfast! We watched a single guy put his dog on this bench and made him pose to take photos. People and their pets. Verdict for me is still out. Sometimes its cute and sometimes its just weird.

The Urgent Care that I went to previously was right around the corner, so I decided to stop in again to get a refill on my cough suppressant prescription. My cough subsided but sometimes out of the blue would come back strong. Usually at 2 am.

As long as I paid another 50$ co pay and saw another doctor, they were able to fill it. Ya gotta love how the US medical system is all about the bottom dollar and not the actual patient care.

While I was getting my blood pressure taken to ensure I wouldn’t die with another week’s worth of syrup, Zoe wandered to some great shops across the street. Met a woman who started at Abercrombie and now custom makes her own unique jeans. Totally worth the price for their design and custom fit. I’m sure Zoe will make her way back but at the time, neither of us could justify it.

We were told by the boutique owners that there was a flea market going on just down the street. They actually thought we were there for that. We had no idea. So we walked down the street a couple blocks only to be super inspired by the California creativity. Truly unlike any items I’d seen elsewhere.

I was so glad at the time that my body does not easily fit into things. Zoe on the other hand was tempted at every booth. It was torture for her not to make purchases.

Ironically we ran into one of her high school friends there who was visiting from his college in Arizona. So random!

It was fun to see the different booths creative clothing but also people watch. I swear some dressed up just for the occasion. Found out this is called the Silver Lake Flea Market but was actually in Echo Park.

After filling our bellies and our minds, we drove to find the winery. We didn’t make a reservation but figured it was just the two of us, so we should be able to squeeze in somewhere.

We went to the bar to select our tasters for 25$. The bartender had zero personality but the wine was fantastic, so I guess in the end it didn’t matter.

Our flights. We sat on the concrete ledge around the tree. Later we were approached by a couple leaving and they gave us their table.

We sat in the sun for another hour just people watching and sipping our wine.

We had such a good time, we decided to google map our way to another winery which took us through the mountains.

Was a beautiful day and an exquisite view.

I honestly continue to be stunned by the landscape in California.

The second winery must have relocated so instead, after a Mexican lunch, we found our way to Malibu Beach. Most of it seemed closed off to the public, but we found one access point and wandered down.

In between two homes, we found this staircase and pulled over to walk down for a bit. The sun disappeared and the chill came out again.

Sad that most of these homes are vacant. Strange to own such beautiful property only to use it temporarily.

A view toward the other houses along the beach.

Huge mussel shells everywhere in the sand.

Love seeing her color among the neutral rocks.

Happy I got to see this part of the west coast. We followed the shoreline local roads back to LA. Was a great day and I am sure we will have many more together in the future.

Lost Cause Meadery- San Diego, California

George of course wanted me to check out a meadery in town. Thank goodness it was only a 15 minute drive from my Airbnb and I was able to convince Don to join me. It was a rainy Friday, our last working day together. A happy hour taster was an excellent way to say good-bye.

As most of the best breweries and meaderies, this place was in the strangest location. Down a dead end street across from a Home Depot. You just never know.

The name and attitude greeted you at the door. The place was small but packed with people. They were only open until 9.

Cool wallpaper. We were immediately greeted by a couple who was giving up their table. They were Amy and Tom. Don introduced us and they said immediately that my name needed to be Ton- all of us needed 3 lettered names. Would have enjoyed a drink with them I think, just our timing was off.

The outdoor area was really cute, but vacant given the downpour.

Plants are a trend you see in every hip new place. Their bottle shapes and label designs were cool too.

Check out their medal case. This was one of the most award winning meadery.

Don with our tasters. They really were excellent and I ended up taking several bottles and canned meads home with me.

The sign in the background “stay lost”. Yes please.

One last selfie! Feeling happy. Don was so much fun to be around.

Day 5 -Bisbee, Tombstone, Patagonia- Southern Arizona

Thank you Virlane. You know me too well. This part of the country is my favorite.

Zoe and I woke up pretty grumpy and sick from the frigid night sleep. With my sore throat, ever so annoying dry cough, and more ear aches I continued to be a mess. But pushing through with a clear head and energy to see the newness surrounding me. We decided breakfast may be a good place to start so we googled our way to the Bisbee Breakfast Club.

Walking up from our Airbnb to the level Crystal was at. Such beautiful landscape mixed with the snow.

We stopped at this parking lot to make sure we had the right directions. What a view.

On our way to the breakfast cafe, there was a pull off along the road, so I stopped to check it out. It ended up being a mining pit. Bisbee is known for its copper mining back in the day. All closed down in the 1950s.

I got up close to the chain-link fence to look down at this pit named Lavender Pit.

Little did we know that this cafe was in a small town named Lowell. And it was an amazingly kept historic town right beside the mines.

This was a very cute place that was already packed with locals and a few of us tourists.

You literally felt like you stepped back in time.

We walked up and down snapping photos, it was like a ghost town.

Also gave you the feeling you were part of a movie set, it was all so perfect and artistically kept.

Adorable to see, so much to look at. I was happy there wasn’t any defacing on it.

Snapped this photo as we drove back into Bisbee.

We got out and walked for a bit, but it seemed everything was closed.

Love love love the Indians sticker – Ohioans yet again.

The bunny stamping on the sidewalk made us both happy.

This library is pretty well known. Established to bring education into the community. See below found history

Bisbee had such an art vibe and hippy feel to it. I didn’t research anything before coming. I later learned that after the mines closed in the 1950s the hippies from California came here buying up very cheap housing and establishing their community.

This store is now a country hippie store that I absolutely loved. I could totally see myself settling down here.

A lot of dead end streets with artistic gates and steps. The housing is embedded up along these hills.

Well our next stop was another 8 hours away in the desert. We decided sadly to take off and hit the road. As we were driving away, Zoe remembered that there was an art alley that was on her list of things to see here. So I had her reroute us off the highway and back to Bisbee.

Our route back took us climbing up and over a mountain with some unbelievable views. I love how detours take you to places that you were meant to see.

There was nobody on this road, and we stopped to roll down the window to take a few photos.

Beautiful blue skies making an appearance.

I had to take this cute little purple cactus photo in the snow. He was begging for attention.

Postcard perfect view of the city that we would have otherwise missed. I asked Zoe to start looking up housing pricing for me to see if I could live here one day.

It appeared to be an more open minded small town.

We found parking at a lot right outside the brewery. This graffiti wall was right there.

This reminded me a bit of Austin which I remember seeing with my sisters during our visit to Texas many years ago.

You can see why I would love this place. All the ecclectic touches.

Then we found the art steps. Literal framed original art canvas displayed for all to appreciate.

Well you know, the brewery was calling our name, so we decided to stop in for one quick beer before we took off.

We were enjoying ourselves so much. We started questioning if we should stay another night. I tried to cancel my next Airbnb but they could only refund me the cleaning fee.

I asked Zoe to make the decision. I was drained. I loved Bisbee. But it really would affect her move in date. I didn’t even mind losing the 150$ at this point. She decided that we first needed to check out the Inn, which was right above the brewery, to see if there was any availability.

We walked up the hill and as we were entering the women outside asked if we were staying there. We told them we were looking for a room. So she put out her cigarette and took us inside. She had two rooms left.

This was an old miner’s boarding house. So there was a bed and sink inside the rooms and right across the hall were toilets in their own room individually, and showers in their own rooms. It was interesting.

The Chinese lanterns outside set the mood of this place.

This was the view right outside my room looking down into the lounge area.

We loved it and Zoe offered to pay for our stay. How could I refuse? We each got our own room (we have been sharing one bedrooms previously to save some $)

We later found out this place was haunted. It had journals on the entryway table for guests to report their sightings. It was the best night sleep I have had in quite awhile! Ghosts were on my side.

Now with a full day in front of us and a place to put our heads tonight, we took off following some advise from Virlane. Our goal was to go to Tubac.

I was telling Zoe to try to capture this windmill. She did so perfectly.

We stopped in Tombstone for lunch. It is just like the Western movies you see.

Was cool how they closed off the main road so you could wander around the buildings which were shops and tourist traps.

These tied up horses were a great touch!

Inside the historic restaurant which has been part of many movie scenes.

Was interesting how their western was different than Texas’.

All the historic western icons from back in the day.

If I watched a western movie again, it definitely would be more interesting to see what landscapes looked familiar.

We learned that there is a tunnel from Tombstone to Bisbee where they used to transport prisoners. Fact check me on that.

We drove into Patagonia and started seeing such fun shops. But again, most were only opened on the weekends.

The one shop we did find open was run by a very cool, friendly couple from Vermont. I bought a tie dye wrap skirt that I can’t wait to wear. They moved down to Patagonia on a whim and have loved it ever since.

With the sun starting to go down, we decided to head back to Bisbee so we could crash and get an early start in the am.

Zoe snapped this amazing photo out the window. Or was it me? I honestly can’t remember. It was funny how whenever we were driving we would yell at the other to capture something we saw.

Zoe showed me this feature on your iphone that you can see where you took the photo. So cool. I’ll never remember how to do it on my own 🙂

Driving back, night had fallen, and we were able to capture the big B’ on top of the mountain.

I am certainly hitting my quota this year!

Day 2- Hot Springs, Arkansas: Garven Woodlawn Gardens -Apostle Church, Gulpha Gorge and Goat Rock Trails and Historic Downtown

After Memphis, Zoe and I planned to hit the road and spend the day in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Never been to this state before and the TikToks said it was a great place to visit. I wanted to get in some hiking, it talked about a brewery in town- and that was enough for me to make a stop.

A lot of photos taken out of our car windshield attempting to capture the memories. We named our car Crystal.

Our first stop was the Garvan Woodland Gardens. There was a church I saw on Instagram once and wanted to check it out. It was located here.

This massive sculpture was in front. Reminded me a bit of my trip to Columbus, Indiana where they had interesting metal sculptures that you could walk through.

Remembering that looking up always offers the best views and new perspectives. I love how natural and open this felt.

My heart was in love with the manmade work with nature. Whoever designed this was showing how in synch we can be.

Zoe, checking it out from the other side. She seems naturally part of it as well.

Our timing getting to the church was perfect. They were about to close it off to visitors as a wedding was starting soon. Zoe and I were able to peak inside before the ceremony started.

I told George before I left that I was hoping to have God open my eyes again to the beauty around me on this trip. I’ve felt distanced. This was definitely taking me back to my roots and faith.

Architecture always amazes me. The thought put into each part for a structurally sound and aesthetically pleasing building or sculpture. Genius.

We walked along the path which took us to a cute little gazebo.

Then to this incredible outdoor amphitheater.

Can you find Zoe sitting out there. That should give you an idea of how grand this was.

I asked her to take the stage while I sat in the grassy seats.

The next day was our long day driving through Texas. I did a quick glance to see how far from the border we were.

Mural as we drove through the town trying to find our trailhead.

We climbed up to the top of this trail. Man I am out of shape!

Then we veered off to see the Goat Rock Viewpoint.

The trailhead from the campgrounds started with us crossing this beautiful clear stream. I swear the weather was perfect. So nice to get out of the cold for a bit.

Very few people on the trails. Was a quiet hike.

This trail immediately started with steps and a steep incline. I saw a young couple with the mom papoosing the baby and I thought, there is no way I could carry an extra 20 lbs with me. Then I realized I probably gained that much in the last year, so I already was 🙂

This was the peak of the Gulpha Gorge trail where they showed historically how long it’d been there. This town has a lot of history to it because of the natural springs.

Hiking through the woods, showing my daughter the free beauty in life.

We made it to the top and enjoyed the view.

Hot Springs National Park was one of the first established.

Loving the colors of the natural stones.

Tree chair perfect to rest. I think this hike was preparing me for all the steps and lifting I did later when I moved Zoe into her apartment. Does make me thankful that I am still capable.

We decided to check out the downtown and grab a beer.

This was an old bath house and is now the only brewery using hot spring natural water in their beer. It was so good!

We sat outside and it was hilarious. All the songs playing I loved. Zoe questioned if they stole my play list. Made me feel better than there are others that enjoy my musical taste.

We found out that many places are haunted. Unlike some locations that make this a “feature” here in Hot Springs they do not talk about it. They never admit to any of it and have even closed off entire floors to avoid the spirits.

The haunting started as early as the early 1900s because this city started “selling” the holistic healing of the hot springs and people with all sorts of uncurable illness came here to be cured. Well, they weren’t. My understanding is the bodies stacked up in the still -standing Veteran’s Hospital.

There are several still functioning bath houses.

This town’s bath houses were built around gambling which was huge here.

We didn’t have time to peak our heads into any of them. It was getting late, we had done a lot already and needed to settle in and find a place to watch the Super Bowl.

Anyone that is a history buff would enjoy this city. There was plenty of tales to be told here.

Zoe and I filled up our water bottles at the station. I drank mine warm hoping it would cure my cough. I woke up thinking a miracle had happened, but it didn’t.

A little history on the streets. We saw a lot of people dressed in Kansas City jerseys and Zoe and I teasingly taunted them and said “Go Eagles”.

Cherry blossoms in February? Wow what a blue sky day will do for my soul.

Zoe was telling me that there is a 513″ bar in Los Angeles that she can go and watch the Bengals game at. Then we stumbled across the Ohio Club. Guess we Ohioans are everywhere!

When did city murals take off? I know in Cincinnati it was not that long ago- maybe the past 10 years?

We walked back to the car and spotted a park where you could touch the hot springs.

It was hot. I really don’t know how people endure it.

Nobel Funk Brewery- Louisville, Kentucky

Sunday Funday.

George and I decided to hit a brewery and then ended up at three. How does that happen? So fun. We both very much needed an easy day with each other’s company and it was great checking out some new locations. The way things are growing in both our cities, I don’t believe there will ever be a lull in trying out new places.

I love when their beer menu is hand written with personality! And the names were so fun. My favorite was Mr. American.

Very impressive with all the windows, which in the summertime will open up. This was an old Kroger that they renovated. You would never know.

The outside had turf and a great neighborhood feel to it.

Inside brought the outside feel in. I loved being surrounded by all the greenery. Just wish it was real instead of plastic.

I immediately feel in love with the bunnies!

All lined up waiting for some kids to pull them over to their tables.

Of course I pulled one over to sit with me! I miss my pets.

We decided to try every beer. The biggest flight we’d ever had. It was fun. They also had an amazing whipped feta and hummus which helped fill our bellies. But it looked like they were known for their pizzas based on what the crowd was eating.

Right outside the restrooms were their tanks on full view.

Listermann Brewery – Cincinnati, Ohio

Brewery hopping is my joy. Love that I have a man to do it with that is in the business and also loves to check out new small brewery venues. Its getting tougher to find ones in our cities that we haven’t tried yet. Listermann Brewery is one neither of us have been to, so while killing time New Year’s Eve early evening, we decided to take a peak.

Pulling up it was super close to Xavier campus.

We only had one hour before they closed. Inside they had Tickle Pickle as their food venue. Always love when there’s food with beer. One thing about Rhinegeist I just don’t understand.

They had mead on tap which made George happy. It was actually quite good. One of the better meads I’ve tried.

Looks like a lot of recognition from the time they’ve been open. Love that they continue to stay local.

German heritage bold and proud in Cincinnati.

Our tasters. I got a Calista Flockhart or something that reminded me of a show from the past. I love the names of different beers when they are clever. Just makes it all more fun to try.

GhostBaby Speakeasy- Cincinnati Celebration

I have always been a part of a trio. I am one of three sisters, have twin daughters. There are usually complications when three people hang out, but with Beth and Linda this is never the case. We have a energy that radiates love and support for each other never with conflict. We are fortunate to have this friendship trio which dates back over 10 years.

We got together to celebrate Linda’s birthday and we ended up at a speakeasy in the underground historic brewery tunnels of Cincinnati. Highly recommend if you are ever in this city to check GhostBaby out. It was mystical and such an adventure for us aging folks who rarely get out past certain hours.

Our trio- happy from the celebratory champagne.

The restaurant we went to before the speakeasy was perfectly decorated for the holidays.

When we drove to find Ghostbaby, the guys dropped us off at the address but we literally could not find the entrance. (hence I suppose why its called a speakeasy) Eventually a very tall man with a top hat came out and asked where we were going. He was spooky enough to add to the atmosphere as he informed us of the history of the tunnels and some upcoming films being shot in Cincinnati.

Going down the many flights of stairs. Good thing I am not claustrophobic. We were going deep.

At the bottom of the staircase was a random chandelier.

Linda picked up the phone and appears to be a ghost.

The bar scene was really cool, narrow and crowded. We made reservations and had a beautiful table in the main tunnel where there was a chill band playing.

West Virginia Breweries

Well of course whenever I travel, besides hiking, the other love I have is breweries. I enjoy finding local beers and trying them. So while visiting West Virginia, I made a point to check out the local spots near me.

As soon as I crossed the border, I decided to stop in their capital city of Charleston and see what their city was like. I was drawn to their capital building with its top of gold but was unable to get a photo. Roads were blocked off and security was in place to enter.

I stopped at their rest area welcome center to see if there were any pamphlets to be had. I thought of George and picked a few up to give to him when I return for his files.

I crossed over the bridge to Charleston.

I made my way to Court Street and wandered the city blocks which had a small town feel.

I found a brewery called Fife and it was adorable. Down a brick alleyway.

The folks working there were very friendly and welcoming.

I got a flight. I was only an hour from my destination for the night.

Right outside across the street were these gigantic sculptures. I asked one of the workers what this place was and it was explained that this is where the homeless once lived and they rehabbed it but the homeless still come and enjoy the space. She made a point that it should be a shared space and we were all to get along. It was so kind and sincere the way she explained it.

The police station was at the tip of this park which I believe helped keep it controlled.

This was the alleyway Fife Brewery was located in.

I noticed this metal art as I was walking back to my car. Looked perfect with the metro bus in the background.

I took the local non-toll route to Fayetteville.

I found a local brewery named Freefolk just up the street from where I was staying.

This place was beautifully painted. I later found out the guy who painted the walls also did the metal artwork, the ceramic mugs and designed the coasters. A true artist!

I tried a flight and then took a 4 pack home.

Cute play area complete with pinball, ping pong and corn hole.

Can sculpt in ceramic and paint??? And graphically design- while doing metal work?????

Perfect location to where I am staying. Just up the road.

After doing the Castle Rock Trail in the southern part of New River Gorge, I google mapped my way to this local brewery which was close by.

Always fun to see their tanks and ingredients. I wondered if local breweries were giving any sort of competition to the brand names. I hope so. Its great that there is more taste added to beer flavors.

This place had strange decor, artistically conflicting. From Jerry Garcia to random art and country feel.

Definitely a local vibe with good pizza options and plenty of space indoors and out. When I was pulling in there were two side-by-sides rolling out. Sometimes the country makes me uncomfortable. Then I remind myself I’m from Findlay.

My last stop was Bridge Brews. I loved their “Mountain Mama” American pale ale.

As I was sitting outdoors a small plane flew across the cloudy skies.

Such a beautiful weekend, I feel so lucky that the weather held out and there was zero chill in the air here.

I purchased a growler to go, to be responsible driving back. I stopped at the Stop n Go to get some water and chips to get me through the night and I saw Boonesfarm wine, proudly positioned right below the Glade. Wow brought back high school memories.