Imagine… Four lonely travelers, on the road for oh-so many hours. Riding the Interstate 90 westwards. Always westwards, towards the sinking sun. The road is glowing with the bright reflection, tiring out the eyes of the driver and making the inside of the van stuffy and uncomfortable. A slight dampness of the clothes nears witness to the stifling heat that the feeble AC can’t fight. The road is as unforgiving as the ever present sun, being straight as a needle and flat as a German housewives’ pancake. Yes, sir, these roads do dry out a man’s soul!

When these travelers, weary and dusty from the voyage, finally stop to have a decent meal and some cold beverages, the prospect of rinsing the throat and quenching the souls’ thirst brings life into the tired faces:

– “I’ll take a Tsing Tao, please” – “Oh, me, too!”
– “Sorry…”
Darn ,they are out of the good stuff… Well, I can live with an American beer tonight.
– “… but on Sunday’s we can;t serve beer or wine.”
and a Michelob isn’t that…. Whoa, wait. What was that? “‘Scuse me, come again?”
– “Sorry, no alcohol on Sundays”

We were shortly behind Toledo, Ohio, when we couldn’t get hold on any beer to wash away the woes of the day!

WHAT THE F***!?!?!?!?

Well, welcome to the Midwest of the US. Where good people don’t on the “Day o’ the Lawd”. Amazing, huh? So, we ended up drinking our sodas and hitting the road, hoping to leave Ohio behind as fast as possible! Now we are staying over night in Shipshewana, Indiana, in the middle of nowhere, and still no beer. Dude! Wisconsin better be no dry state!

From the road, yours truly, the sober and very dry l