It's 85 degrees and I'm sitting on my back patio underneath the umbrella, flipping through my latest issue of Malt Advocate, working on my business plan and sipping a Bushmills and Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. The wife and kids are out of the house and the music is blasting. Once they're back, it's play time in the backyard. I anticipate grilling a pork loin in a few hours, eating a hearty meal and having a good time with the wife once the kids are down for the night. Yeah, life is pretty good. When are you at your happiest?