the road less traveled

Little by little, one travels far.

J. R. R. Tolkien
British scholar & fantasy novelist (1892 - 1973)

I have just arrived home from a night at the pub. Yes, the pub. Contrary to what you might think, I love a pub night. The ambient sounds, the pitchers of beer proffered with whimsy, pull tabs, and melted cheese on corn chips. I believe that some of history's greatest moments would have spun their course very differently had they been conducted over a cheeky pint.

Mary and Joseph. Elvis and Priscilla. John and Jackie. Charles and Diana. How would the world be different if they had met at The Dirty Duck over a pint of Smithwick's? Seriously. Religion. History. Americanism. Royalty. It would all seem so different. Perhaps more flawed, or in some cases more real. At the very least more human. How uniting it would be to know that there had been a bit of slurred speech and a couple of guacamole stains involved in that perceived perfection.

We are all human after all. Fallible and gorgeous. Well, most of us anyway.