The North Coast of the Dominican Republic is a “thorny path” for cruisers in transit, but by land, it’s very much roses, sans thorns. Not ordinary roses, however. Picasso roses, Dalí roses—magical and goofy.
It was in that spirit, sitting at a beach bar in Las Terrenas, that I say to Captain Billy Rawson, who hasn’t been back to the States in years, “Forget ISIS and Hillary, you’ll never believe this news: Plaid, paisley and Pabst Blue Ribbon are all back in style, all at the same time. What next? Patchouli?”
“Pabst, my father used to drink that,” Billy says.
“That’s right. It’s your classic ‘dad beer,’” I say. “Some big hipster was seen drinking it, and now all of American hipsterdom is sucking it down through their manicured facial…
