Ian Crouch remembers the work of Barbara Holland, who died a couple of weeks ago:

Her best advice, perhaps, comes when she sings in praise of the happy hour, the darkened bar, and the winding down of the day:

Then, knees touching, neck muscles relaxing, brow drying in the cold dry air, we should drink. Certain things were put upon this earth for our enjoyment, and it’s wasteful and wicked to condemn them.

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