Thoughts over American Pilsener on a Summer Night

When I was visiting family in Pittsburgh, we had a barbecue with ample quantities of American beer. The conversation was profound. It ranged from America's political and ethnic roots to the local variations in ethnic composition from Brooklyn to Hawaii. The beer, which was indistinguishable from a Czech Pilsener was brewed in America. We expounded at length on its fitness as a metaphor for America's political maturation and our country's growth on its foundations in the old world . The metaphor was deeply meaningful to all. We poured a few pitchers of ice cold metaphors and proceeded to solve our nation's most pressing problems. There was an artistic glow by the light of the fire in the back yard. It looked like a classic 19th century American painting. We discussed American art from the 19th century to the present and how perceptions of beauty fall victim to slick marketing.There was universal harmony and brotherhood. As we proceeded to solve the world's problems, there was only one hitch. No one took notes. All that collected wisdom gone in the coolness of a summer night. What was I to do? My wife looked at my sad face with something resembling compassion. As I said my night time prayers and drifted off to sleep, I asked for a sign, with the vague feeling that the world revolved around me.
As the light of the noon day sun filled my room a few hours later, the answers to my questions came in the form of a classic country song. (Linked Below) I hope you all enjoy it.
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