Here’s to my two brothers carrying arms, Josh and Joe, on this Independence Day.
Likely on this day it would be appropriate to hold aloft a hoppy American pale ale. Alas, I’m not always so appropriate. Always independent, I’m not always such a good sheep. I’ve had such a hankering for Milk Stout Ice Cream that it will be Duck-Rabbit Milk Stout for me—at least for dessert, as my fridge is nearly dry on that lovely libation.
My boys have organized a Hotdog Decorating Contest, and I have organized a fresh keg of my own White Knuckle Wit to accompany. Dogs, ice cream and fireworks at the lake.