Having worked to straighten out the beer section for a few days (I’m the beer guy at Whole Foods now), I’m dog tired.  It’s amazing what will happen when a beer section is neglected.  At any rate, I’ve had to bust my hump to get this thing in a good working order.  Today I need to get our storage cooler back on par.  I expect another day of hard work.  You know the work days that I’m talking about, don’t you?  Those days when you just come home and find somewhere to sit as though withering into that object.  It’s been a couple of those days in a row.

Last night, when I got home, I simply wanted to sip a beer and relax.  Nothing beats a nice beer at the end of long day.  When I took my first drink, I pondered what a simple pleasure a good beer has always been. At certain times, that fact seems to strike with more force than others.  For me, this is especially true when I’ve worked hard.  I sit and think about the fact that for thousands of years after thousands and thousands of hard days of work, we’ve always been able to sit and a enjoy a beer.  No matter what other historical disparities we might have with the rest of humankind (and there are a lot), beer has always been one of the simplest and most enduring pleasures.