One journalist's musings about the beautiful, bizarre world in which we live
DAY 7, NOV. 14 – 13 DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING
I’ve lost it.
My license, that is.
While stopping in the Lost Coast Brewery (go figure) in the small town Eureka (or translated from Greek, “I’ve found it”), they required me to provide ID to have a small Alleycat Amber Ale.
While I left the brewery, that little Albertan card did not, and I didn’t notice until we were a hundred miles away.
Oh, the irony.