The simple pleasures of beering locally. I'm older now, and simple beer pleasures are the most meaningful to me. They tend to be encountered locally. It is my aim to get unplugged and explore some of them, slowly and thoughtfully. I'd tell you where it's leading, except that I've no idea ... and that's the whole point of the journey: To find out.
Friday, June 27, 2014
I'd gladly pay you later for a picnic shelter today.
In its original 1940s-era incarnation, Silvercrest was a tuberculosis hospital. It is located atop a lesser "knob," or hill, just a couple of miles to the northwest of downtown New Albany. Now it is a retirement community. My mother recently moved to an apartment on the fifth floor.
My interest is directed not to the massive former hospital building itself, now adaptively rebuilt in truly impressive fashion, but to the the state-park-grade shelter house in the foreground. I need it, or something like it, in the Lloyd's Landing beer garden area at Bank Street Brewhouse.
Do you think Silvercrest would let me borrow it?
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