Compelling questions about a favorite subject from back in the 2022 archive.
Do you remember, Larry, how easy it used to be to buy beer? Just run into the store, get yourself a twelve-pack of Bud, and Bob’s your uncle! In and out in five minutes.
Now you got this entire damned aisle, four shelves high, long as an airport runway, with every kind of beer you could think of. Takes half an hour to find what you want, don’t it? Always afraid you’re gonna miss out on something. How about the one with the taste of oranges in it? Or the one with the naked woman on the label?
L’il Sumpin’ Sumpin’… Fat Tire … Hazy Little Thing … Kilt Lifter … Electric Unicorn … Pernicious Weed, wait … Coors? Seriously?
I don’t get it, Larry. How’d it happen to us? When did a bunch of dumb-ass garage-drinking buddies turn into serious connoisseurs of hops?
Thank you, 🍁Leaves readers! In June, the first printing of my novel, Bartle Clunes, sold out, and I have just had a few more printed. The entire story will remain on line, chapter by chapter HERE . A brief introduction to Bartle Clunes is HERE .
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Have you ever counted the kinds of CHEESE there are on the shelf? TWO HUNDRED!!!! almost the whole back of the store. CHunk, sliced, grated, or potted, of darn near all of them. Some only comei n tubes...goat cheese with spices or cranberrys or who knows what, making pretty speckles in them. If the empty-shelf phenominon actually happens, we'll have cheese to see us through.
Choices! Sometimes it is too much.