I can’t say I have ever been to Indianapolis. But I ever go, I am going to give the Black Acre Brewing Company some of my business, at least stop in for lunch or something. Why? Because the owner, Jordan Gleason, threw a sexist meathead out of his place and then posted a Facebook rant about how appalled he is by the way women in the service industry are treated and by sexism in general. And his post is going a bit viral as a result.
Although Kelly has been to the UK before, I have myself never been there. So I have no idea what I would actually make of anyplace in the UK, frankly. Certainly there is a lot of interesting history to see all over the place.
Still, I think I would like to see Yorkshire. It strikes me as a very interesting place, for a variety of reasons.
This may rank as one of the more unusual shows I’ve done to date. Also, I know I don’t have any plaid to wear. And I do not own cowboy boots. But, I think it is going to be really fun. And tasty. Really tasty.
Crafts, Food, Beer & Cider. Om, nom, nom. Come join us.
My Uncle Paul and Aunt Pauline had their 50th Anniversary party this past weekend at the same place where they were married all those years ago. The name of the venue has changed, but the place is still there: OceanCliff.
It was the first time that I had been to Newport since high school, I think. And Kelly had not been there herself in at least a dozen years. So we both managed to get the day off in advance so we could go.
Yesterday I wore a polo/tennis type shirt with a Portuguese flag as the logo on the chest. Kelly got it for me as a birthday present this year. I wore it to work because those kinds of short sleeve shirts are a lot more comfortable for me. Anyway, near the end of the day a visitor walked up to me and asked me if I was Portuguese and could speak the language.
One of the things I truly love about living in Cambridge is that sometimes you just find random stuff that is just hilarious, or generally awesome, or occasionally both. This qualifies as both, I believe. I found it while I was walking to my barber shop in Inman Square. I can’t remember which bar this was in front of, but it was one of those places in Inman Square where there are always lots of people.