Ahhhh Diamond Bar. At work, I day dream about your St. Bernardus while over-sized files crash my Outlook. I feel honored when the mosquitoes in your backyard bite me. I imagine running along beaches covered in shuffleboard sand! My name is written all over your mailing list and I am still waiting for you to call me and ask me to moonlight as a bartendress! I want Dave Pollack to adopt me! WHOAAA, well, not really the last one….yikes…But my favorite (x3) watering hole, the Diamond Bar, was mentioned in the NYT yesterday in an article about low-alcohol beers. Some nerdy stuff about sessions and hops – couldn’t really follow as my mind had already wandered its way to 43 Franklin Street!