Cool tables made of plywood. Handyman Chic. And an even more grand poetic tribute to the beery suds. I've made some regrettable, way-too-late-in-the-evening-or-early AM phone calls after a few too many 12 oz. tipances in my time, but never written any good poetry. Fine job there, really enjoyed the verse.

I need to go catch up on the other posts, but did you ever get enough to at least buy the barmaid a beer? I hope so...such a grand endeavour.
Cheers on a Saturday when I should be in bed. But sad it's NOT because I'm drinking beer, but messing about on Steemit. Then again, that's such a bad thing either...
I shall vote tomorrow, my vote batteries are recharging. Cheers