I spend about half my internet time reading about politics, and this is shaping up to be one of the grimmest, most divisive elections in my lifetime. But then I run across something like this and I think: “There is hope.” That hope is beer.
OHIOPYLE, PA.- Judy and her husband Phil, who is in his 29th year of service in the military, along with three other couples who ventured from Pittsburgh to attend an annual craft beer festival held on the fringes of the Pennsylvania state park, all sat in folding chairs, waiting for the event to begin.
They were three hours early, the second in line and well stocked with sunscreen, bottles of water, string cheese, beef jerky, cold beers and a very happy state of mind. “We come for the atmosphere, the camaraderie, the music, the beer of course, it’s just a very good vibe here,” she said.
The article goes on to describe the couple and their political leanings and surfaces the rawness of the campaign. But I have a hunch that if I’d been standing next to them in line, we’d all have been happy to steer conversation straight back to the beer. What’s that? Trump or Hillary? Actually, let’s talk about IPA or pilsner.
Yes, that’s much better.