I took my daughter to a high school football game on Friday. She’s in 7th grade, so it is very important—socially—to attend the high school football games. No sooner had we walked through the gate, than she disappeared into the crowd of other 7th grade girls. I saw her again near the end of the second quarter when she stopped to have some hot cocoa and needed a place to sit. It was cold out there. And that reminded me of my father. He would take us to the games, and sit in the stands while I disappeared with my friends. And when it got really cold, I’d go sit next to him. And shortly after that we would go get coffee from the concessions stand. I’ve already told the rest of this story, so I’ll let me take it from here: Brown Liquids.