Over the river and through Logan, to parents’ snowbird palace we go.
We are a block from the beach, but the red tide is spewing enough toxins that you can’t walk the beach without coughing.
Walk inland to the end of the block, there’s a house with a Huckabee lawn sign.
Go another two blocks and there’s a new 24-hour CVS that sells beer and wine at 10:00 on Thanksgiving evening. Of course, it’s all industrial beer. Lots of the lite beer that floods the football commercials.
Nice dinner at a waterfront restaurant. Watched the sun set over the bay, away from the red tide. Sundown special, a free domestic beer with the meal. Sam Adams, on the menu, is not domestic beer. Bud, Bud Light, Miller, Miller Lite, that’s domestic.
You import Sam Adams? Where’s the border?
Faith. Family. Freedom. And plenty of bad beer.