Me and Martin Luther at the Tree House
It’s a couple day after Christmas and my son Peter comes downstairs at 8:30 in the morning asking if I want to go to the Tree House. The what? “The Tree House – it’s a brewery. My friend Todd and his dad are going out there today and we’re invited.” “To a brewery? At 8:30 in the morning?” “You gotta get there early to get in line. It opens at noon.” “Say WHAT? Stand in LINE? From 8:30 til NOON? For BEER?” Not to mention that it’s 30-degrees out and spitting snow. “It’s really good, dad. People wait in line for hours to get it.” Not my [READ MORE]