Happy Hour, the Rogue's notes.

Yeah, let's go drink till the beer runs dry!
American life in the summertime. 

-Francis Dunnery

   We've hit Ocean Pines on the cusp of summer. Got here/closed early May. Been moving in ever since. Boxes emptied, full of keepers and throw-aways. Re-framing and hanging of old pics, paintings, and posters. Furniture, bought and sold. Still quite a bit left to do. But we do find time to slow and take in the water views of the surrounding St. Martin. Call it Civil Twilight. Happy hour. That magic time when the sun begins to drop and paints the sky hues of red, orange, pink, and blue.

Mix in family (my Boy and his girl over for Father's Day), some crabs. Some sweet corn. Throw in a surf. Sometimes a beer. Or rum. Or both. Maybe write one of these here posts. Enjoyin' life on the Point.

When life gives you lefts...take the the damn lefts!
NE soup, 66th St., near Holidays. 6/14/2017

       



   Crystal Lake, IL. Been there. Worked the area in my now fading previous career. The lake itself would be a prime attraction if not for the political back biting. Kills me sometimes. Own a home on the water and you think you own part of the water. Regardless, home to a nice little Mid-West brewery. Crystal Lake Brewing. Unfortunately, never got a chance to sample it. Did sample a nice blonde lager though. Chrystal Lake Beach Blonde. Sessionable 5.3% ABV made it easy to throw one back (and a few more if'n I had 'em). Poured a straw yellow with a white head; maybe a finger thick. Thin lacing that dissipated quickly. Aromas of grass and light malt. Cracker-like with a little tang of citrus in the flavor. The 18 IBUs gave it just enough dryness in the finish to add this as a decent summer offering in one's cooler. Rated a B-.

Twilight happy hour...Father's Day on the Point. 6/18/2017