On a quiet country road, just off a state highway in the farmland of Kent City Michigan, I find myself in a plastics factory, working for a decent wage, doing all manner of jobs, and even playing disc golf. The plot of land next door, once a corn field and now mostly vacant with the exception of a hundred apple trees, will be the future site of my own business and my own passion. There I will brew and bottle my own beer, wine, spirits, and antistate sentiments. I will start construction later this year, as Im doing some renovations to my house, before I sell it to fund my business.
I will be able to ship, and will also have immediate distribution to Grand Rapids, as well as other surrounding areas.
