Flying Machine

The name of a local brew-pub where we went to lunch with Goat. She flew home to PHX late yesterday afternoon after a nice, two-week visit. She had hoped to make it to the beach one last time, but it wasn’t a good day for that, so we substituted some light day-drinking and a little souvenir shopping. (I sat in the car playing games on my phone while the ladies trolled various gift shops) A good afternoon all around.