Saturday I emerged from my cave, I leave so infrequently that I have to ask “Left or Right?” because I don’t recall where my partner parked his car last. Face-to-face social interaction is not my jam.

We popped in at Away Days because, IMO, in a truck out back, they have the finest burger in Portland. We sat at the bar chatted up the bartender and with a single suggestion half the bar exclaimed - I suggested that she try a scoop of vanilla ice cream in next leisure Stout or Porter - this immediately engaged everyone in a debate, coffee-forward Stouts might be good, I like it in a big boozy pasty stout, you should really try one with eggnog at Christmas time.

An hour. No war, no Trump, no ICE, just a community of beer nerds.

I didn’t hate it.