Out of Egypt

Aloha.

I hung out a bit at a place called The Bunker in Wethersfield, Connecticut. It wasn't the best bar in the world, but it was convenient to work and home, some of the staff was easy on the eyes, and I made a few brassrail acquaintances. They closed in August to remodel into someplace called The Wild Rover. At first, it was only going to be closed for a month. But there have been some delays in the meantime.

As a result, I've been cast out into the desert to wander around for forty beers. This is a chronicle of some of those wanderings.