It Strikes Me Funny: Happy Hour

Once or twice per week, at 5 p.m., I put down the hammer or stop what I'm doing in the workshop and celebrate 'happy hour.' I do this by selecting and drinking an interesting beer before supper. Yesterday's choice seemed particularly fitting.

The aroma of the heather ale fit perfectly with the aroma of the cedar I was trimming. And the name of the brewery was a match for what I yell out whenever I catch a sliver or hit my thumb with a hammer.

Photos by GH

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