As a distinguished gentleman of refined tastes, my values have always aligned with doing the right thing, even at the cost of my own self.

I had a great summer this year. I made sure to dress up as my own version (A much improved version I might add) of Santa Clause. I made sure not to hide my appearance to all the children on the street, but instead embraced being seen. And while the children struggled in the unbearable heatwaves, each day for a full week I would walk amongst them and hand out Ice cold root beers and root beer ice creams. Not from some ugly dusty old bag, mind you. But from a giant wheeled ice cooler. And I shared the story of Jolly Old Saint Sarsaparilla. It was clearly a huge success as I had to go out and restock my entire supply for myself that month because I gave it all away.

It’s a shame so many people are so uneducated in the marvels of root beer that I have to do this kind of outreach myself. But at least it is rewarding to see that Root Beer has continued to give joy back to the world like it was meant to.