Stoled
I remember the night I βacquiredβ this.
I was at The Irish Pub (Finneganβs Harp) in Nuremberg, Germany.
Now I drink sweet tea from it, but not that night.
That night it was the fifth or tenth Guinness. It was a Saturday. It was warm out. And the world was way more peaceful than now.
I really miss those days, although Iβm at a really good place in life.
I was in the army and just out seeing the world.
Believe me, I bought enough beer to earn a free mug.
Ian, the bartender, seemed to think so as he gave me a wink and a nod when I walked out the door with it in hand.

Iβm fairly certain the statute of limitations has passed as this all happened over thirty years ago.
Thatβs it. Thatβs the post.
Seegars