Well, things didn't quite go according to plan on Saturday, now did they? Despite some awesome tailgating work put in, our efforts didn't translate to a win. However, a day spent with great friends is one to cherish, so I'll choose to ignore the turd in the punch bowl that was the actual game.
To celebrate beer #323, allow me to reminisce for a bit. You see, my first car was a gently used 1988 Mazda 323, which was a lovingly handed down to me by my Mom when she got a new car. It had everything a sixteen year old kid needed - enough room to haul around some friends and a tape deck. It was dependable (until the period of time when I had to jump start it every day to get it going) and fun to drive, and more importantly it gave me independence to go places and do things without having to rely on anyone else. In essence, the road to adulthood started with the 323. I have very fond memories of my old car, which got me around until junior year of college at which time Mom handed down a gently used red 1992 Mazda Protege.
I doubt I have any photos of it from back in the day, so here's a picture of a similar 323 I found courtesy of Google image search. I seem to recall mine being a darker silver, but I really didn't feel like searching all day for the exact version. Use your imagination. It appears this car is for sale in Wichita, Kansas if you're in the market for a 24 year old import sedan. Maybe I need a second car these days.....
|Luxury (at least to a 16 year old) Automobile|
Thing to Think About Today:
If we're thinking about Fish beers, let's go ahead and think about Phish, the jam band that formed all the way back in 1983, found national prominence in the 1990's, and has been touring seemingly ever since. I never got too far into their work, as something about fourteen minute songs tends to make me stop paying attention. That, and I didn't smoke six pounds of weed a day like most of the Phish fans I knew. However, on a Sunday when we're starting to batten down the hatches in preparation for Hurricane Sandy, a little soothing jam might be just what the doctor ordered to relax. Well, that and a beer.....