I’m sure many of you felt the loss at 3:34pm today, Thursday 10 Sept 09. He was only 3 years – 4 months old. It was a short existence, but loved by many. I recall people cheering at his arrival, or entrance into a room or gathering. Of course I am speaking of…(sniff….sniff)…my growler. It somehow wedged itself against the little rear door on the passenger side of my truck, and upon opening the door it hurled itself to the pavement popping upon impact. It was empty at the time, waiting patiently to be filled again on Friday.
I lieu of flowers I will accept pints of beer. If our paths don’t cross enjoy a pint yourself and observe a moment of silence for your last fallen growler, bottle or decanter of choice…and support your local brewery.