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Focusing on Values

There is nothing that dehydrates ones innards more thoroughly than paying bills, and negotiating with termite assassins--both of which I did this morning.  So, since I was out and about, anyway, after negotiating I spoke seriously to myself and decided to look for a brewery, not so much because I needed a brewery, but because I needed a brew.  

 I recalled reading reports about a fine, rustic brew pub on the south side of downtown.  I knew it was located in a nondescript building, but still I had trouble finding it.  I ended up parking across the street, seriously studying the faded signs on the "facade".  "Facade":  dare I be so grand?  But I had found it!  Not the name:  the name was on a water tank behind a large tree.  What indicated the location were two young women in shorts standing at a table outside.  There weren't any customers out there.  It was too hot.  They were getting away from customers.  

 The beer is pretty good.  The building is not.  Not unless you appreciate industry, and the whole industrial age.  You know:  good, honest hard work, new pickups, machinery, and beer.  


It is the view from the brewery that is beautiful:  the mountain, a couple of tractors, power poles.  Only a suburban (clean) pickup slightly marred the view.  Nothing, in other words, that would spoil the taste of an honest beer.  

 The nicest room was the brewery itself.  Nothing in the pub was as carefully tended as those stainless steel vats, not even the short-shorted servers!  

I didn't try the food.  It was too dark in the pub to read the menu or to take a picture of the premises, perhaps for good reason.  In other words, there may have been a reason why there was no sign outside.

 I shall go back, if I can find it.  They have beer.  Everything else is detail.  

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