I look outside at the sunshine and reflect on those spring days back in the 70s when I attended the University of Washington.
Because it is on days like this that I’d stumble out to the shared restroom…stand there staring at myself with blurry eyes…as Chip Davis, a friend down the hall, would come bumbling in. There’d be a brief silence….then he’d ask, “Any tests today?” and I’d reply, “Nope”.
Chip would then ask the question of the day: “Wanna go to the Olympia Brewery?”
The next thing you knew, we were downstairs in the parking garage, lowering the top on his Fiat convertible. Soon we were flying down I-5 on our day-trip to the now defunct brewery. IIn those days, a sober college student could make a day of it: go on a tour, then enjoy free samples in the “tasting room” before getting back to Terry Hall in time for our shift working in the kitchen.
Whistling (and belching) while we worked.
I don’t have any tests today, but with the brewery gone, I guess I’ll just stay at work. Thanks for the memory, Chip, where ever you are…