Every day I can, I bike to and from work on a route that takes me through the Arb. I’ve said this before, probably more times than anyone has cared to read, because, honestly, the ride is one of those little dollops of quality of life that help make the rest of the day go that much better. Some of my pleasure in the ride derives from being momentarily in the woods, some from the decent speed I can make on the empty trails, some from weirdness like this bright blue fire hydrant, sitting about six feet off the path amidst the trees and brush. I love to imagine why this hydrant is where it is, and why it’s this very un-hydranty color, and who decided to put a blue hydrant in the woods. (Or, really, not quite in the woods: it’s actually right behind one of the bigger dorms on campus. Still, though.)
It’s city beer.