Enjoying a Bitburger Pilsner at one of my favorite bars, watching Liverpool v Brentford.

Pacific Hotel, Yamba, Northern New South Wales, Australia, Beers are Cooper's Mild Ale & Cooper's Sparking Ale

Bold Coast Pemaquid Ale by Sheepscot Valley brewing.

The island has a brewery: Monhegan Brewery. Meh. We brought great beer from Long Live.

Pirniraks from Põhjala. I wouldn't call it a sour ale, but it's a super light and refreshing beer with pear.

The older I get the more I appreciate a simple lager. This one has grown on me quite a bit.

Little after work drink with this big boy. Very sweet, and quite large at 10.2%

[Image description: a dark red beer in a glass sitting on a wooden ledge, unfocused in the background are trees with fresh spring leaves and old brick buildings.]

A few years back at Fenway Park watching the Boston Red Sox

I think this was the game where I was carded and didn’t have my license to prove I’m old enough to drink. Lol, found one of the guys literally half my age to buy beer for me. I guess thanks for the entertainment at stupid adherence to paperwork despite greyed haired reality staring in disbelief

Finally able to turn off the heat, sitting out on the deck.’c “Shipping off to Boston” with the dog, listening to the Dropkick Murphies with an adult “lemonade”. SUMMMERTIME!!!!

Ok, not so scenic, especially since I didn’t include the dog, but let’s see you do better. Please. Let’s see beer in the Alps and places more scenic than my deck

Hooker Glacier, Mount Cook, NZ

Quandary Peak, Colorado

Featuring a hazy IPA, a brown ale, and half of a very foamy blond (that the bartender gave me for free).

[Image description: three cups with medium, dark, and light colored beer on a table next to a ski helmet, the view outside the window behind features snow covered tables, trees, distant mountains and clouds.]

[Image description: a can of Golden Road Brewing Ride On tropical IPA on a wooden table, with ski slopes in the unfocused background.]

A view of the bar at Maggy McGarry’s, an unassuming little pub in the Telegraph Hill neighborhood of San Francisco that will furnish you with a pint o’ Guinness and a Tullamore Dew neat at 9:30 on a Sunday morning, should the need arise.

Apologies for the potato quality photo; more of a PSA than anything artful.