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    End of the Day Unwind – Vol 4

    June 1st marks the beginning of hurricane season in any part of the world that has the wonderful pleasure of being in the Tropics. I don’t like hurricanes, like at all. You are probably thinking, “Well who does Mike?”

    And I would respond to you with “Some sick fucks.”

    I know that most people dread seeing the cone of uncertainty hovering over their little piece of the peninsula during weather reports. They jump in their cars and raid every grocery store in a 20 mile radius of all bottled water. They descend upon home improvement warehouses for every piece of plywood that the Pacific Northwest can produce. They create lines at gas stations curving around corners and into neighborhoods. You know what that all does to me? It freaks me the fuck out, is what it does! It’s hard to not see other people freaking out and that is exactly what I start doing.

    There has already been one named storm in the Gulf last week so things started a bit early. Fuck hurricane season. Continue reading…

    End of the Day Unwind – Vol 3

    Tuesday has become my Sunday of sorts. I work Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday and the occasional Friday. That leaves Monday and Tuesdays as my default weekend. Since on this schedule Monday has become my day of rest while Tuesday has consisted of taking time to visit breweries, bars and other establishments that I would normally do a real weekend. It’s also times like this that I enjoy writing.

    My own house has become difficult to write in for extended periods of time. Little sounds annoy me and take away my concentration quicker than Ricky Henderson’s jump off first. (Is that still relevant?) The washer and dryer are loud and nearly constant in order to wash my work clothes. The chair that I normally sit in now squeaks with even the tiniest of movements. The next door neighbors renovating their house has brought Bobcats, jackhammers, power saws and all of Bob Villa’s wet dreams out for all to hear. Because of this I have found places outside of the house to be more inviting of an environment to put digital pen to digital paper.

    The tone of people talking in the background of a bar or brewery are soothing, it’s my white noise. Being in a brewery is even more calming. Kegs hitting the floor or clanging off one another are birds chirping. The sound of Co2 while kegs fill or beer transfers is the hum of electricity that we all seemingly forget about. Continue reading…

    End of the Day Unwind – Vol 2

    It’s Mother’s Day in the good ol’ US of A and hopefully you either saw or talked to your Mom today. I see my Mom practically every Sunday for dinner and never take a single one of those for granted. She’s the best, she knows it but will never admit to it. If you love you Mom show her everyday, not just today. Make her a meal in August. Buy her a beer or 4 in January.

    After a day of making lovely brunch dishes for Moms and their kids and then a meal out with my folks it’s time to unwind with a beer on a rainy evening in West Palm Beach. Continue reading…