Baltika Porter. All the way from St. Petersburg, Russia.
And just in case the NSA is scouring the internet for the word "Russia", I categorically deny ever meeting with a Russian Ambassador in order to option this beer.
Late morning bike ride, now a lazy Sunday afternoon watching Chargers football accompanied by a nice little Firestone Velvet Merlin to keep me company, while a pot of homemade Pasta e Fagioli soup simmers on the stove for after the game. Good Sunday.
Didn't even remember that today is Flag Day, but the Boys Scouts in our neighborhood came up with a great fundraiser where they place a flag in our front lawn on national holidays. Nice to see the street lined with flags this morning.