We went to the Alpena Brown Trout Festival two weekends ago. While at the free concert, Meg tried out this huge chair:
I really enjoyed Leinenkugels, back when I could drink beer. I’ve embraced my wine/vodka/gin regime with vigor, but I wince with sadness when I think of Leinenkugels.
The monks of Norcia are on fire. Not only do they have a brewery, but now their chant is being proposed as a cure for road rage:
In June, I was blessed to visit Italy for a week. As we made our way from the rough and tumble of Rome down the winding roads of Umbria, the peace of the Italian countryside began to sink in. We were headed to Norcia to visit a former student who is a novice at the newly re-established monastery there. The birthplace of St. Benedict is an ancient walled city set in the rolling hills of a national park. Led by Dom Cassian Folsom, the monks have restored buildings, established a brewery and gift shop and have now recorded an award winning CD of Gregorian chant. . .
The monastic life is good for you—even in small doses, and to listen to the monks while you drive not only alleviates road rage, but also it clears your mind, helps put things in perspective, and clarifies your thoughts and feelings.