Two equally impressive sentient beings awoke this morning with the fine task of making our lives better.
One an overgrown, pampered varmint wrestled around by fancy dudes in top hats who’ve been drinking all night. The other, a TTB manager. The type of man who woke early because he knew there was snow to be shoveled and inclement driving conditions; the kind of man who wears a garter, because Socks. Must. Stay. Up.
I reckon, walking out into the cold frigid air, their first breath freezing their lungs and nasal passages, the eyes of passersby transfixed at their sudden entrance, both saw their shadows writhing between the smoky tendrils of their hot breath.
Both knew it was a day of reckoning. A day where great knowledge, only known by them, would be bestowed upon the world!
Six more weeks of winter!
Willow Rock Brewing Company Federal Brewing Permit approved!