The Stash

The results of a trip south are often a slowly decreasing but merry little stash of singles in the closet and the fridge for the best part of a month as reviews get written. Sweet 1978 Rawlings, too. I am pretty sure I have only had two of the bottles previously, the McEwans Export and the Smuttynose Hefe. The future is unknown and that is great. I see about new brewery reviews including those nine new bottles for me from Middle Ages, three from Wolavers, four from Southern Tier as well as a couple of new Wittes and my first Mackeson’s XXX stout.

One other pick-up at FLBC was a variety 12-pack of Great Divide ales from Denver Colorado which has obeyed my two rules for variety twelve packs: give me four types, three bottles each, and no lager. If you like lager you likely won’t like an ESB or IPA and if you like those the lager is likely just a waste of space. Saranac makes a largely lager 6×2 pack which is quite legitimate…though I don’t think I would buy one with great anticipation.

Sadly…Out Of Business

Once upon a time I was going to collect “…a-rama” photos. I even saw a “Photo-a-rama” in Paris in 1986 but passed up the opportunity being the pre-digital world of pay per print. I feel for the creditors of Billy back there in Old Saybrook Connecticut but the concept was sweet and I was ready to buy when I pulled in the parking lot.

Beach Head

I have done something I have never done. I have beach bummed and will again today. Being albino between the freckles this requires SPF 50 or stronger taken with my tea and rubbed all over as well as a canny set of umbrellas and tarps to actually isolate myself from the slightest contact with any rouge ray of sunlight…but still I am bumming. We have been to three beaches on 4 of the 5 last days and will beach again today and likely tomorrow as well. It is like a week of being in and out of the sauna…over and over. I am appear to be losing contact with my muscular system and have started to forget things. Like what it is like to have dry pants on. Why is it OK to walk around with soaking pants only by the sea? It is like a great conspiracy with strangers. We will all look silly, damp and all be mostly naked but we will only do so when we lay down before Lord Poseidon.