on the 30-year check-in theme I sent this photo to Stevil a couple months ago because he's an Oly fan and Evil Dave knows a little something about a little bottle too. stumbled upon a 12 pack of stubbies in Grays Harbor county back in July. it was cold so I drank one. then Stevil informed me that the stubby will be making a return in the next year or so but they haven't been in production for 20+ years and he wondered how I got a preview prototype but it wasn't a preview it was a look back and the more I paid attention to it all the more the beer tasted like it was 20+ years old. not that bad but not quite right and I fucked up the eBay re-sale value by busting open the 12 pack
about 40 years ago I took the tour of the Olympia Brewery in Tumwater, WA with my family "it's the water" and at the end I enjoyed some root beer while the adults got the real deal. I got a souvenir giant inflatable Oly can and an Oly tank top that hung down to my ankles but was worn as pajamas and a t-shirt that years and years later fit me and I wore it in high school until the washed-up former MLB pitcher then AA 12-step PE teacher said we could not wear beer logo attire in gym class but he could never seem to be able to pronounce the word Pilder either.
I've only lived in Seattle for 25 years but I grew up in the 509 and have lived and worked in Washington for 45 years so I feel like I can say something in another 30-year check in for the most part I identify with Jack's misdirected character in Five Easy Pieces (filmed in Washington by the way) for lots of reasons but in this scene taken out of context and viewed in isolation I identify with the waitress who represents old school no-nonsense Seattle while Jack's character et al represent the new influx of entitled 26 year old brogrammers and tech workers who talk too loud and walk 5-abreast and want their oompa-loompas NOW! and have absolutely no respect for what came before they arrived here 4 months ago but what they do have is bags of disposable income and the ability to pay $2000 for a tiny studio apartment.
25 years ago I arrived not so entitled but rather clueless in a naive liberal arts degree way with the ability to pay up to $300 for a huge studio apartment but at least I had a little respect for my surroundings in the context of what came before I showed up
I love that whine. it still makes me laugh. in non pc ways that are funny because they hit close to home just around the corner from the air bnb where the truth stays sometimes