This Bud’s for you!

Merrimack, New Hampshire is one of New Hampshire’s wealthier communities. It sits between the cities of Nashua and Manchester, and has a couple of big employers.

It also has some rather odd scenes, these two adjoining businesses. Jared would be so proud…

But I digress. Merrimack’s most famous business is located on a huge property along Route 3, and it’s also a bit of a tourist attraction.

Mr. Duckie and I arrived on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Our first stop was the lobby, where we found a display that must be the fantasy of nearly any man.

But then we came to something that depressed Mr. Duckie. Once again, his tender years and lack of proper identification was a stumbling block“>stumbling block.

But that’s OK. That wasn’t the real purpose of our visit — these were.

My god, they were impressive. The company’s requirements are very strict — they have to be at least six feet tall at the shoulder, have clean white socks, and a bright, white, shiny face. I only wish I had held off until this weekend, when they have “photo opportunities” with them out in the open, from 1-3 — it’s the first Saturday of each month. Instead, I had to settle for seeing them inside.

The only other reasonable photo I could get was this one.

And they really do have those “socks,” too.

(The following pictures are pretty tasteless, and NSFW. Consider yourself warned.)

But even here, I couldn’t escape politics. A couple images brought me back to a couple of the members of the blogosphere. These pictures just screamed out “David” (from here) and “Kos” (from here) to me.

(OK, it’s safe again, from here to the end.)

It wasn’t just the horses, though. They didn’t just carry the stuff, they hauled wagons around. And they saved one of them, from the 1930’s, and it’s in pristine condition.

I think I’ll go back the first Saturday of October. I’m sure I could persuade them to let Mr. Duckie sit on the back of one of these amazing creatures.

I’m no beer drinker, so we skipped the actual brewery tour. But I’ve always been impressed with Budweiser’s advertising. Twice in the last few years their Super Bowl ads have moved me deeply. This year, with the one of the soldiers going through the airport, still chokes me up a smidgen. And the one from 2002, with the Clydesdales kneeling before the shattered New York skyline, deserves to be listed in the “greatest commercials as short films” hall of fame.

And when I suddenly realized that the home of those Clydesdales was just down the road a ways, we had to go.

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