Since we are all friends here. I love Dylan. And maybe after a series of bad decisions (alcohol may or may not have been involved ), I received a Dylan tattoo above my heart many moons ago. The artist did a decent job except for the hair. Way too tamed/permed. People ask me about my grandma or aunt. Ummmm. No. That is Bob Dylan.
After breakfast with the Parental Units at Billie's in Airway Heights, and then seeing them off on their drive back to the "Mighty Tri," (probably in the teeth of a nasty headwind all the way), I took a drive back into Spokane via some remote and slightly sketchy backroads and am now at Hat Trick, which opens up on Sunday mornings for the soccer crowd: I first had their Darkest Days, a relatively low abv "English stout" on nitro, and am now drinking their Pink Boots IPA, which is brewed with Krush,Simcoe, Mosaic and Chinook.
