Uncle Beau used to excuse himself to go have a smoke while gliding around on his motorized surfboard. Simpler times, back then. “What I’d really enjoy is a relaxing evening hoisting a few with good friends at SAB while listening to Possum Royale*,” Uncle Beau used to all the time say. Sadly, Uncle Beau died in 1968 – decades before either of these perfectly attainable goals (in our present-day state of things) could be – you know – attained. Come join us for an evening of beer(s) and song(s). Valet parking for motorized surfboards available, of course. We are not heathens.