…Part 3 of a continuing series…

Tonight, I’m pondering the greatness of our culture’s public houses. I can randomly walk into any of the many local pubs or taverns, nearly abandoned on a weeknight such as tonight, and order a pint (a pint, and not a "half-litre" dammit) of something dark and lovely. Following this, I can be entertained by a lone guitarist on stage, 50-something in age, singing gentle love songs of his own devising, followed by an acoustic cover of AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap. Sweet.

Life in our great civilization can be downright pleasant at times.