Hard Times

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears

While we all sup sorrow with the poor

There's a song that will linger forever in our ears

Oh Hard times come again no more

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more

Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more

-Stephan Foster

A heavy, dark brown ale supped from a graceful wooden cup. A cup turned by Joe Koevnig from a rock maple bowling pin 50 or 60 years ago.

Does that make the pain of our nation go down better? 

Right now, just a little.     - Gunnar