Cleveland, OH - June 12, 2013
On the outskirts of Cleveland, OH we stop at a liquor store.
Throughout the trip I am looking for beers that may not be available elsewhere.
It is like a very long, very responsible pub crawl.
This particular
store has a sign reading “Beer at state minimum. We pay your sin tax.” Inside we
are greeted by two Indian men running the place, and I head for the section
marked “Micro-brews and Imports” to discover… a wall of Indian Pale Ale. Many, many
brands. All IPAs; not a single other kind of beer.
Given Hobson’s
choice, I grab an IPA and we head to the checkout, where
one of the proprietors is friendly and ends up asking about our trip. We answer
his questions: We’re from Arkansas. We're exploring the country. Yes, we’re driving for the whole
summer.
He asks where we
would like to live if not Arkansas.
“Not sure,” I say. “That’s part of why
we’re looking around.”
“You should move to the Carolinas,” he says in a thick
accent.
“Cleveland is okay,” he goes on, “depending on
how you feel about snow. But if I could live anywhere it would be Myrtle Beach
or Atlanta.”
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