Bad Beer O’Clock

Steve B Howard
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read
Photo by Adam Wilson on Unsplash

A short trip really for one not long for this world or into deep philosophical ponderings. Just a left out of the parking lot of Mcleary’s Tavern and then a few weaves across the center line to the stop light before the on ramp to interstate. A short five mile hump at about ninety only hitting the gravel once before taking your exit with old Hank Sr. riding shotgun on the radio.

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