In the wise words of the great Fred Durst (LOL) “just think about it.” So Fred Durst, of Limp Bizkit “fame,” is neither wise nor great, but I came across a picture this morning that invoked some thought.
This morning, while doing my usual perusal of the internet, I came across something that really irked me. While I am fully cognizant of the fact that it doesn’t take much to leave me feeling a bit perturbed, this one actually stung a bit.
If you have even a shred of decency within you, you too will feel my outrage.
I present to you…”American Theme Parties.”
Steelworkers come in many shapes and sizes, many diverse backgrounds and from all walks of life.
Keeping in the spirit of our first times that Seth wrote about the other day, I thought I’d share my first time with craft brews as well. I touched on my more recent experience with all the complex flavors and aromas in a post titled Beer Noob back when we first started brewing. We were doing “research and development” one night and was blown away by all the varieties of craft beer I had never tried. My first time actually goes back a few years prior.
I was working for a Miller-Coors distributor, which was a dream come true for me as my favorite beer at the time was Coors Light (I know, I know), but we also distributed quite a few imports and craft beers I had never heard of. Continue reading
“All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.”
– D.H. Lawrence
Dreams…ambitions…passions…inspirations…motivations. Whatever you might term them, it has become increasingly and abundantly clear to me that they are an immensely powerful force to be reckoned with. They are all encompassing and once they firmly take hold, can add new meaning to one’s life.
Little has made this point more poignant to me than the birth of my daughter Camryn, who came into this world ten and a half months ago. In the months leading up to that wonderful day, I had been preparing myself for the responsibility of being a father. Nothing though, had prepared me for the overwhelming joy that would surge through my body the moment that she wrapped her little hand around my finger for the first time. It was a good thing that I was already sitting down, otherwise it probably would have brought me to my knees. Continue reading