In front of an old case that used to contain an amazing elixir. I had a wonderful Foreign Extra Stout at Liberty Street Brewery the other day, but there will always be a place in my heart for the cheap beer I was raised on. Dad always had Stroh’s in the house, and I was almost always welcome to it. I loved the little bit of cork that lined the caps. In the spirit of supporting local businesses, I’m proud to say I drank locally produced beer then, and I do now.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If youâ€™d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places youâ€™ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and sheâ€™ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to â€œwhere I stoodâ€, because right now Iâ€™m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.