We’re finally here. It’s taken us months of hard work and enough money to finance a small nation’s new infrastructure, but The Hopjacks Filling Station is up and running. As you may have inferred from reading the Beer Garden all this time, I’m a bit of a dork when it comes to ale and lager.
Mother’s Day is this weekend. Countless innocent flowers will be sacrificed for the sake of pretty table bouquets. Thousands of hectares’ worth of Mylar will be manufactured into environment-wrecking balloons of all shapes and sizes. Both the Hallmark and Whitman’s Sampler companies base their CEO’s annual raises upon the combination of this observance and Valentine’s Day.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would were he not Romeo called…” Old Willie Shakespeare wrote that line a few hundred years ago but the intent holds true. Incidentally, The Bard, well-known for his double-entendre, was taking a potshot at The Rose Theatre, a rival to his home base of The Globe. The Rose was infamous for its lack of hygenical facilities.