FEGLEY'S BREW WORKS — Bethlehem, Pa. — Writer In Sites

We three unwise ones stop in Bethlehem.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

We stop at Fegley Brew Works. We drink a round of beers.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

We drink beer and share stories about our lives.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

I bribe one side of my brain to keep quiet while the other side succumbs to false hope.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

A breeze in the mountains finds its way to my cup.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

Sun warms the surface of the lake. We’ll swim when we get there.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

I purchase a keychain from the brewery. The keychain is a bottle opener.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

Before we leave Bethlehem, we visit a convenience store. We buy gum and water.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

Keys jangle from the keychain. The car engine turns over.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

In a sense, we are present in each other’s presence at all points in time, the ones that have passed and the ones to come. I’m sure of it.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

The trip continues. I don’t remember the stories we shared.

Hurrah! Hurrah! We’re going to a wedding.

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