Whenever I hear the term "Beer Gardens" I immediately go back to what I thought when I was a child. A Beer Garden was a magical place where children weren't allowed. I imagined a beautiful tropical place where moms and dads sat in luxury and comfort and drank this magical other-worldly elixir. It seemed like this little secret tucked away where only those who have survived enough winters knew about. Where did they go? Having walked the grounds of the state fair I never saw this imagined eden. I always dreamt of the day that I would be old enough and one of my elders would usher me into their fraternity. Then sometime after my 22nd birthday I had my world shattered. It turns out the "Beer Garden" is just a place where assholes go to drink tall boys and listen to shitty music. Man childhood in no way prepared me for the challenges of adult life.
Lesson: Be honest with your kids, within reason.
Laters,
Dan "The Man"
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