Two cats from St. Petersburg talking to two cats from New Yahk in my favorite pub in the United States. Street drummer slathered in silver rapping away around the corner looks like a Greek goddess of drum n’ bass. Couple of buskers playing multiple instruments in front of a giant iron. Ah, Asheville. Smiles all around on two cask IPAs, and thoughts of her, eyes the color of Green Man’s beard. We’ll walk the walk, soon. Anticipation is part of the sweetness.