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If memory serves me well, I think Farmer Steve headed for the hills, and homesteaded around Caledon back in the day. His trusty Kubota at his side, with the missus and young folk along for the ride. The Ballad of Farmer Steve Come listen to my story about a farmer...
It’s February already? Nobody told me.* I missed going dry the first few days of the month, so I guess a dry February this year is out of the question. Maybe next year. JT is taking on dry February but when he heard this year was a leap year he scheduled an overseas...
Sweet Water is actually Sweetwater and refers to a tributary of the Chattahoochee River just west of Atlanta Georgia and near where the SweetWater brewery is located. Their motto, “don’t float the mainstream” means to take Sweetwater creek rather than the main river,...
Hard core fans drinking beer at a sporting event is nothing new. So branding your beer for a certain sport only makes sense. At the ball game, drink an “Ice Cold Beer” from Left Field. When the Leafs are on the ice pop the top on a “Get the Puck Out of Here” by Game...
Nothing two dimensional about a love triangle. How many can you think of? How about these. Rick, Ilsa and Victor will always remember Paris. Rhett, Scarlett and Ashley don’t give a damn. Nick,Jay and Daisy and all that jazz. Jack, Caledon, and Rose struck a pose....
On the road and the demands of sunset driving dictated I pull over in Burlington for a Timmies large regular with an old fashion plain (the donut, not me). It was required to help me navigate the hardline haulers and the Tokyo drifters that make rush hour highway...
This big city brew started out as foam city. The pop gave way to a push and more flow than ebb and next thing you know, overflow. Nothing serious, I didn’t spill the beans, so no major ounces wasted and no coffee cleanup crew required. As for the beer name Full City...
Editor: Our indomitable craftsman RA takes one for the team on this saison reflux review. An expensive and exotic brew which is not typically in his wheelhouse, or beer fridge, so we are assuming it was a gift. Or even more likely a regift. I had to find a bottle...
What evil lurks in the hearts of men, the Shadow knows.* The mind reader that slapped David Wilcox knows too. ** And they both know beyond a shadow of a doubt. But how about this light, what kind of a shadow will it throw? Another 5 o’clock shadow perhaps? Enough...
On the home front a two-way conversation for me usually involves a lot of listening, the occasional head nod, and me being corrected if I do get a word in edge wise. Case in point is my failed attempt to bring Jello to the company potluck, but that’s another story,...