Sometimes it's nice to be reminded where we live and from these two photos, it's clear: We're in the South, home of good old boys and beer on every corner.
I ran into the old boy in the truck downtown recently and he had a Stars and Bars dew rag in addition to the real thing hanging out of the pole hole in his truck. Engine sounded like a Harley and smoke came out the back. One of the tires was bald.
The business here, offering a cold beer to its haircut customers, didn't have a lot full of them, but it was early. I consider this brilliant marketing.