Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
- Benjamin Franklin
There are only three things you really need to tackle any home improvement project - a hammer, a friend who knows which end of it to hang on to, and a six pack.
- Me
From time to time in this column, I have mentioned the word, “beer.” The context is usually something like, “The engineering summit consisted of us examining the baffling pile of what we assumed were the parts we were going to need, grunting at each other, and gesturing with our beer bottles.”
In response to this, I sometimes hear from readers with comments like, “We really enjoy your column, and think that you are the funniest person who ever lived, but it seems like you drink an awful lot of beer. We have children, you know.”
OK, aside from the “funniest person who ever lived” part, this confuses me. First, like most guys, I can’t see how anyone could consider “a lot of beer” to be in any way “awful.” Second, I am just mentioning beer in my column, not actually swilling it on a public street corner with my pants around my ankles, shuffling in circles and singing, “Polly Wolly Doodle.”
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