MZA’s 117th Dream, plus Offseason Haiku #4

Denver was a city of beer for me.

With the solitary exception of Stranahan’s Colorado Whiskey. But I digress.

in between times

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rebuilding the squadron before Stand #3, next week. Preparing to take it on the chin, to feed the woodpiles and trees, to stay up late being responsible and wake up early to jack rigs like some kind of zombie punter Roderick Haig-Brown with breathables oozing ale yeast-and-burrito farts.