Then last night I was walking home from the grocery store and saw a little place on the other side of the street called The Beer Company. Upon investigation, it turned out that they had imported beers from all over the world, as well as a number of Mexican micro-brews.
I hurried back to the trailer park to inform Terry and Diane, my new friends from Colorado (but they were both born around near the Ypsilanti area in Michigan and had fathers and uncles and grandfathers who all worked for Ford Motors).
So then we sampled some Mexican beers and I even drank one that came all the way from Russia. They are kind of expensive, maybe four or five dollars each, but that is no more than you would pay for a regular american beer if you were at a sporting event, for example. Plus, there is the deposit to consider. That must be added into the price because nobody is going to send empty beer bottles all the way to Russia or Belgium to collect the deposit! But at least you get to keep the empty bottle, if you want it, as a souvenir.
Anyway, Leonidas (Leo) and Tay were good company and we had a few laughs and told a few stories and looked at some of my past blog entries and I explained how the telephone pole got to be in the middle of the road, which I guess I have not really written yet about how it came to be there. But one of these days I will write that story.