Dead Man Running is your hare.
Pompeii was a village of 11,000 people who were celebrating the festival of the Roman god of fire when Mt. Vesuvius exploded with 100,000 times the power of the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima and wiped out much of the population of the Amalfi coast in southern Italy.
Approximately 1,939 years, 4 months and 26 days later, Pippas Maximus and her evil wretch of a partner Slimy the Elder welcome you to the Last Day of Pompeii II.
Whether you believed it was better to Bern out than to fade away, felt it was time for a Nasty Woman, or just wanted to trump Pence, we all know this day is the end of an era. It’s gonna be yuge.
Run hard, run strong, run left, right or wrong, but stay on trail for the halfway bucket, which will be bigly.
DMR has spent his American dollars (hey they won’t be worth much soon anyway) to subsidize an international craft beer bucket.
On Inn at the Kirribilli Hotel, if it’s still standing