But every time I see or drink a Lost Gold IPA, I laugh a little. I tear up a little. And I remember those two days.
All tagged My Own Small Memories
Mistakenly Homeless
In his defense, I had a beard that extended close to my chest. I also had hair that was quite disheveled for its length.
When the Contact is Hidden
Still visibly upset, the head judge returned us to the match. I don't recall who won.
My Grandfather's Music Room
These are perhaps the most important memories I have of my grandfather – singing this one song repeatedly.
My Grandmother's House
They were lost for eternity and for all I know they continue to lie in the dirt of the neighbor's yard.