I remember the night I “acquired” 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.