2. I thought I merely walked into 16 Tons today, but upon self-examination, I might have swaggered. It's not that I got my swagger back, but I think I have a new swagger in there now ever since I became a member. I thought the other patrons could tell, too. The respect in their eyes when I swaggered in felt good. Most important, however, was the beer and today was really good. I went totally German and enjoyed a pint of Avinger Oktober Fest-Marzen from the tap and a pint of Mahr's Ungespundet-hefetrub from the firkin. I hope Sixteen Tons will serve beer again from the firkin. The firkin sat on the counter. The beer came straight out of it. No hook up to a tap. Just beer. Real beer. It was really good.
3. Poker might be the metaphor by which all things can be understood. You'd know pretty much exactly what I mean if you'd been with me and and friends at Billy Mac's this evening.
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