Every time I exit the Interstate and drive through an outlet mall I’m disappointed. I mean, there are shops for sports enthusiasts, stores for women’s clothing, kitchen ware, shoes, candy, gifts, furniture, and more and more. But, I keep hoping one day I’ll pull into the parking lot and there before me, on a large black sign with white lettering and a gold Irish harp, will be a Guinness Stout Brewery Outlet Store. I’m sure the angels will strum the melody of Danny Boy on their heavenly harps that day.
