…not to be confused with that Old Town Alexandria bar that used to sell beer in Mason jars and had buckets of peanuts on the tables for snacking and…ahem…”tossing” to friends at the next table.

I trespassed just a little to take this photo, but I don’t think the owner would’ve minded if he had caught me in the act, although he probably would have thought, eh? Having cleared out a shelf-full of old Mason jars at my mom’s just the day before, I must’ve had them on the brain. While her jars were dusty with cobwebs and were boxed up, as were, for the trip down the road to a friend who still cans, these looked to be for something toxic—gasoline or motor oil?— and sat quietly on a railroad tie amidst morning fog. Not a surprising find, though. On a walk past here on a previous visit, I noticed a nice looking pair of boots lying in almost the same spot, and on my next visit a few months later, they were still there. Hmmm.

Oh, and happy December.