Happy Saint Patricks Day

I went out tonight with a group of friends in Dothan, Alabama. We turned off the highway and then off the road to a blacktop drive that passed by multiple double wide trailers. The black top came to a sudden end that blended into gravel and mud. Sting lights continued the path to Folklore Brewing Company. Chairs outside with tables could be seen before open roll up doors and friendly smiling faces. Some nights, such as tonight, they have catered food. A table displayed pulled pork BBQ, baked beans, and slaw. The bar featured several local brews of ales, wheats, stouts and others. One of which had a symbol of the iconic Huey Helicopter, giving honor and homage to those in the military, those in aviation and to flight medics. Jeremy is the Head Brew Master. He told us of how his father (now retired) was a medic that taught high altitude training and dive chamber. Later his father stopped by and chatted. Several family members made rounds checking on the patrons.

The Folklore Brewing Company was clean. Unlike many drinking establishments, this place was proudly clean, comfortable, well lit, great food, great beverages, and complimentary friendly family down home good folks. Many board games were available and I enjoyed playing Hungry Hungry Hippos. This is a place to relax, have a good time and feel safe.

On the way out, I walked out with one of Jeremy’s uncles, learned that the property all around is owned by several family members, Mary Lou road was named for Mary Lou Crabtree, that the grandfather served as a mail courier in WW1, the father a radio operator in Battle of the Bulge, the uncle just missed Vietnam due to the war ending before he could join, and stories of family members who piloted Hueys or flew in them.

As I left for the evening, I felt this family has a real sense of true patriotism, caring for one’s fellow mankind, and a genuine desire to look after others.

If ever in the Dothan, Enterprise, Ozark, Fort Rucker area, check out Folklore Brewing Company, be responsible and have a great time. I chose not to drink; rather I chose to assist is being designated driver.

Happy Saint Patricks Day!

Make It Fun!
God Bless!



A Celtic Day in Raleigh

Oh, how I love Raleigh, North Carolina.  In the fall, the oak leaves fill the sky with beautiful colors and paint the ground with a dappled palette.  We always seem to find something new every time we step out.  Two weeks ago, we popped into Tir Na Nog and listened to the live Irish music of Barrowburn.  The kids seem to love to watch the musicians performing with many different instruments.  We had learned that there would be a Kilted Pub Run to attempt to beat the Guinness Book of World Records.  Well, we returned to Tir Na Nog today.  What a great time we had.  I took an exam to return to school and the family made their way through the many kilted runners.  Each of my family were adorned in a Kilt complete with Kilt Pin my wife personally made.  Many friendly faces and smiles seemed to bring life to the local area.  Though the leaves are gone for now, the color from the various Celtic Kilts invigorated life for several miles.  As a game of hurling was taught, excitement and laughter filled the air, complete with authentic Irish accents.

We slipped into a booth at Tir Na Nog and ordered some Bangers and Mash as well as Fish and Chips.  My previous visit called for the Salmon.  The place was packed and Cutthroat Shamrock took the stage.  A mixture of Appalachian Folk and Celtic Punk all rolled into a great evening.  Or, in the words of the band…” If bluegrass and punk rock walked into an Irish pub and got kidnapped by pirates”.

Raleigh is filled with fun and something new to explore every day!  Saint Patrick’s Day is coming soon, be sure to wear your green.  And no matter where you are, on St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is a wee bit Irish.

Make It Fun!

God Bless.







Ireland and Irish Adventures Part Two


I camped out in the eatery of Clontarf Castle and found a few snackables.  While my friends took a nap, I meandered through the local roads enjoying the multicolored doors, the deeply manicured front yards separated by short black rod-iron fencing.  The size of the front yards were tiny and close to each other yet made up for the size with beauty.  Locals were either at work, stepping out their front door, or delivering packages to the houses on the street.  Some were out enjoying walks.  I strolled down to Dublin Bay and watched as huge ships came into port and docked.  I wondered what all those vessels carried. As a vessel, what would I carry with me? I sat on a cement wall and watched as folks tossed frisbees, some of which hung on the breeze for a moment before finding their way back to earth.  I felt alive and soon found my way back to earth.  I got off the cement wall and headed back to the hotel.

The image of the doors was found at: http://www.thepastwhispers.com/Doors_of_Dublin.html