The supremacy of British sea power is undisputed, but the Spanish armada was sunk by a fortuitous combination of bad weather, disease, poor tactics and bigger guns. Dodgy analogies aside, I shall hoist a few local craft beers the day the industrial brewers join those unfortunate Spaniards in Davy Jones's locker.
I live in a beautiful 1951 brick ranch in Rosemont West. Everybody's welcome on Sunday. Pool is still 80 degrees so wear your fab mid-mod costume, admire my fine red tile roof and classic rock poster collection. Free of course, but just toss your $20 bills into the back of my vintage car as you leave. Don't frighten the old deaf cat.