I remember the night I β€œacquired” this.

I was at The Irish Pub (Finnegan’s 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 I’m 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.

I’m fairly certain the statute of limitations has passed as this all happened over thirty years ago.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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