Well here we are again, almost exactly a year later, perched on our little hilltop way out on a sandy spit in the Atlantic, bracing ourselves for a hurricane. Last year’s offering, Earl, missed us to the east; this one is supposed to pass by a little way off to the west. It’s always a lively ride being out here for these storms, though — whether it’s a hurricane, a nor’easter, or a blizzard — and I’m sure Irene will be no exception. At the least, we’ll probably lose electrical power for some interval of hours or days.
As always: should we not make it, dear Readers, thanks for coming round to visit these past seven years. It’s been a pleasure.
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Same time next year again.
well, set your sails to the winds! (^_^)
(stay safe there.)
Thanks. The whole town is blacked out, there are downed tree limbs everywhere, and the wind is still howling. But we’re past the worst of it, I think. We still have cell-phone service, for now at least (I’m sitting in the car, connected to the charger).
Serious survival mode now: the beer is getting warm.
As you recall, we had to drink warm beer at the Waldorf the night of the great New York City blackout of 1977.
Warm beer = time to make Welsh rarebit.
Power restored! Beer now cooling rapidly.
Life is worth living again.
In heaven, there is no beer.
I don’t mean to offend anybody, but cold beer loses its flavour (then again, with most American brews, that’s probably a good thing). Of course, it shouldn’t actually be warm either. Another of those “Goldilocks” things…
“Flavour”? Beer shouldn’t be cold? You’re sounding awfully British all of a sudden, Bob…
But yes, I agree. It’s a Goldilocks thing.
And now it’s just right! Cheers, all.
Bob, most American ‘brews’ are now from microbreweries run by folks interested in craft beers, and they’re world class.
Jeffery Hodges
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Absolutely right, Jeffery. It’s almost an embarrassment of riches at this point. There are so many outstanding microbrews now that even Sam Adams qualifies as a major label. (I’m enjoying a bottle of their Irish Red Ale right now, BTW; very nice).
A particular favorite among small brewers: Dogfish Head, out of Milton, DE. They are artists.
Yes, there are many excellent beers being made by microbreweries across the country. So my statement about “most” American brews is ill-formed. Perhaps I should have said something along the lines of “Most of the beer sold in America …”.
Well Peter, of course.
That’s why we drink it here.
This is true. Also, when we’re gone from here, our friends will be drinking all the beer.
Worse – it’ll probably be our beer.
Not me. When I die at the age of 108 – after having been shot by a jealous husband – I plan to stiff everyone, friend and foe alike. Maybe a few Rolling Rocks. But that’s about it. Let them buy their own damn beer.