Over the holidays, we went to a couple of parties with friends and family. The great thing about these gathering is that they tend to remind you how fortunate you really are.
At one of these events, we were discussing beer (what else) with our friend, neighbor and philosopher, Keith Olesen. Later, Keith shared his thoughts with our neighborhood group.
We enjoyed his comments so much we wanted to share them with you (with his permission):
“I know I’m overly fond of this little phenomenon, but I just love it when little pieces from different places fall together in some cool and personally meaningful way.
1) I loved Ireland. Pretty much everything about it (except the endless-string-of-pot-holes-connected-by-the-occasional-bit-of-asphalt that they try to pass off as roads), but the pubs in particular– and for many reasons other than just Guinness. There’s so much more to them than just beer.
2) Greg and Barbara Gerovac shared with me a great story about what has to be the best (and now my only) response to “what’s your favorite beer?” I won’t tell it here, I’ll leave that to them to pass along to you when in the not too distant future we all get to hang out at the Anaheim Brewery, but suffice it to say the answer is more than just a name or brand or type. There’s so much more to it than just that.
3) Over the weekend I was reading an article about one man’s search for the “best” pub in Ireland. The author never really finds or names one, again because there’s so much more to it than just that, but what he describes has the same sort of feeling.
Ok, so here’s what he wrote. I took the liberty of changing all the Irish references to Anaheim (or eliminating them altogether), but this is how I picture walking into the Anaheim Brewery.
“I’m at a local joint in Anaheim-the Anaheim Brewery. It’s nothing fancy, a local hangout. It’s raining. Friends begin to arrive. The brewery begins to fill, and you can feel people settling in for an evening of fellowship and chat. “The pub is shelter from the storm, always has been,” an Anaheim resident, explains. “You can feel it in here, the feeling of years of hospitality and warmth, the relief of arrival. You feel the history of Anaheim here.” More friends arrive. Tables are pushed together. More pints are consumed. The room hums with the sound of voices and clinking glasses. The rain beats down outside. And there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
“The relief of arrival.” Perfect.