It’s funny the things you find out when you return home. Apparently my old school is now producing a beer for sale: Ampleforth Abbey Beer.
I’m not that surprised. Monks know their stuff–admittedly they have a fair bit of time to mull things over.
And I can’t help feel a little sore. So not only did the monastic school turn co-ed only after I’d left and had 10 years of an all-boys education, now they’re throwing a beer that has God’s blessing into the mix of deprivations experienced all those years ago.
How different everything might have turned out had I been exposed to the delights of wondrous females and celestially-blessed beer during those formative years?
Ah, yes, it’s hard not to ponder such hypotheticals as another year of folly and misadventure draws to a close.
Though give me a life less ordinary any day.