Ginger: “You’ll get another chance.”
Jim: “Yes, but I didn’t get this one.”
To my good friend Jim, who is sipping Belgians, in Belgium right now, hats off.
Chances to me are happenstance, unpredictable in every way. Risks are calculated, anticipatory.
And I sure don’t want to let Jim or anyone else who wants to enjoy a good beer miss a chance again if I can help it.
Listen to the beer when it chants “take a chance…” Opportunity awaits. Nothing to loose.