Alright folks we are prepped and ready for what this summer holds and we are making some changes to accomodate. Starting in May 2014 we will open our taproom doors on Saturdays and Sundays at 12 NOON! Be advised! Notice the flyer above and check the new YVBC hours.
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Having been to 3 resort beach cities this weekend, one of which I live in, I must say, it seems crazy that I spent 79/80th of my life more than 500 miles from an ocean. It’s nuts to me now that people choose to live that far away from the beach.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the midwest. No one is a champion for Kansas more than I am. But, it’s pretty crazy for anyone to want to live there for anything other than familial or job-related reasons. Maybe I’m just a beachy person, and that’s more than likely true, but in my 6 months living 5 miles from the beach, I know that nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing the waves crash upon the shore.
Seeing people daily whose only goal is to go sit on the beach or do a beach related activity leads me to believe that it’s not just a me specific thing. People travel to my town from an average of 400 miles away by the truckload for no discernible reason other than a nice sandy area with waves crashing upon it.
I see groups of college kids come out for a beach weekend, something unimaginable to midwestern college students, and having a great time. By all means when you get a chance in your life, seek the beach, you will be rewarded. Everyone’s happier near it.
I was pretty excited about this place because 1, it’s right by my work and 2, it’s gas station barbecue. The finest barbecue in the land is located in a gas station in Kansas City (not an opinion, a…
I needed a good sandwich. I tried Zero’s and won’t be back. I then found this place. It’s a fairly unassuming little butcher shop but they also make sandwiches. I went right at peak lunch time and…
My house started out, before we were married, as a 2 bedroom, with an office, a basement movie room in addition to the regular living room, a dance floor and a bar.
Shortly after, we were married and 2 kids were on the way, we still had the office, still had the bar, the dance floor became a storage space for old toys and we never used the basement movie room.
A year and a half later another kid on the way, the house became a 3 bedroom with an office in the basement with an attached playroom.
The kids grew up a little, we had no use for the big baby toys like Exersaucers and such. The bar made another appearance as well as a new downstairs kid playroom and TV viewing area.
Now, the house is but a shell with just the bare bones of 3 bedrooms, a workout room and an empty bar. Tomorrow, the house is to be listed for sale so we can start our new life in Virginia and the house will start its new life under someone else’s care.
I suppose it’s true for all houses, but it seems this one has seen a tremendous amount of change over the past 9 years and just thinking that I’ve spent a quarter of my life here just makes me a little nostalgic. Nostalgic for that first night we spent here all moved in and the little dog next door barking all night just a few feet from our bedroom window. Nostalgic for the first time I carried the girls into the house. Nostalgic for the time I painted all 3 bedrooms in a day by myself (okay, not so much that day). Nostalgic for all of the baby gate placements, the trips downstairs for a beer, the movie nights downstairs, the birthday parties, all of the shelf hanging, furniture moving, Christmas decorations put up and taken down, all the different family pictures that have hung in our home.
Everybody probably feels the same way about their home, but this one is mine until tomorrow. Soon it will be someone else’s and will give another person or family another life. My family’s home will be 1200 miles away, but I’ll always think of the good times at this home.
Since I know the tension and anticipation has been mounting for the past week or so, I thought I’d go ahead and bite the bullet and introduce myself to the KC Beer Blog crowd as one of the new blog…
Ah, the beach. You know in this day and age you have a lot of choices what your background image is going to be? You choose…
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The other night we couldn’t decide what to eat for dinner. We had steaks in the fridge but that really didn’t strike either of our fancies. We had the kids to think of as well, where…
"I’ve been so busy today reading liberal blogs decrying the violence of the Occupy Wall Street movement. It’s really heartening to read people that wrote so much about the possible violence of the Tea Party because that one guy brought a rifle to an Obama speech. All those people who spent all of January blaming the Tea Party and conservatives for violent imagery are really taking this moment when OWS violence threatens to overtake the message to denounce the left wing violence taking place."
Things I plan on writing later today after I check my feed reader.
Helpful hint: The “Launch Mass Post Editor” option lets you batch delete posts. Some of you may want to use that to scrub your tumblr of past support for OWS, since, you know, the movement is kind of terrible now. Actually, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really terrible.
I know, I know … these are isolated incidents. The movement has been infiltrated by a bunch of crazies, and you shouldn’t judge the whole movement by the crazies. You’re absolutely right. It would be incredibly unfair to judge a grassroots political movement based upon the actions of a subset of the movement. I know the OWS movement would certainly never do that to, say, the Tea Party. I know the OWS movement wouldn’t blame all of Wall Street for the actions of a small subset of criminal actors amongst them. Right?