I had a glass of beer today, an Alaskan Amber. A very good beer, it has taken numerous awards.

However.

I had two friends visiting Juneau, Alaska, via cruiseship from 'down south' and took them into a mostly-touristy establishment called the Red Dog Saloon. It had been years since I was in there. It has changed.

I have never seen so many tables in such a small space in my life. Instead of the more typical half a dozen tables in that amount of room in a more typical bar, there were at least 15, perhaps more. These tables were each at least 2 1/2 feet in diameter and each had four chairs. Strangers' legs were literally pressed against their neighbors' and backs and arms rubbed each other with great familiarity.

And loud? The guy at the honky tonk piano was amped up and the sound assaulted the 200+ ears within reach. There was no talking, although I did hear a lot of shouting.

Among those voices was a good lot of Brits. :)

My point? None. I just thought I'd share it. :)