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Mid-Life Crisis Delayed — Day 3,103
Pasty Old White Dude Needs Hip Tat Suggestions
Craft beer hipster hanging with hip Millennials needs help
Enjoying a Silver Tail Chocolate and Coffee Porter at Snow Republic Brewery in Southern Vermont — West Dover — had its benefits. I was with my lovely Irish lass, Mary Jane. We were having fun — enjoying seemingly endless fun — without worrying about work and teaching and bills and laundry and Trump.
My hair was now long and hip and sexy. I wanted to keep up my sexiness for my attractive wife — even though she’d still love me bald, overweight, and no longer obnoxious.
Since we’re craft brew snobs, we hang with Hipsters and Millennials. In Vermont, they’re not poster hipsters or poser free spirits. They’re 100% Bernie-Sanders, Alpaca-Mitten Wearing, Honeybeed, and Locally Sourced Hipsters.
They Grow, Harvest, and Kettle Bake Their Own Organic Granola and Flaxseed, let’s say.
Where else would have a Butterfly Garden full of milkweed at a bus stop? Yes — Vermont. After all, green is in their name. You know you’ve crossed into New York when gross billboards defile the rustic and rolling landscape with bad ‘ol American commercialism.
