It's a Saturday night and Prospectors Pizza just opened up for the season. It's technically my Monday but it's still a Saturday everywhere else. Shanty Town decides to start brewing their own beer tonight. Guesses coming out on whether they'll end up at the pizza joint, their cohorts The 49th State Brewing Company, the other town bar, or still be at Shanty by the end of the night.
"Get a glass for your can of beer," Jeff says. He's not the first person I've heard that from this week. They're always right; it does taste better out of the glass. Everyone continues to coo over the beer making kit instructions. Someone is diligently - with only minor complaints about how long the process takes - purifying a half gallon jug of water at a time. He's halfway to there at four. Others are making their dinner around the beer crowd. The kitchen is small but even with this crew of people here it still has plenty of space.
But things are still shifting. Nothing has begun to settle.