If you have a keen ear, you can hear the brews calling, "Drink me! Drink me!" If no one at the swell affair cares to heed the cry, I believe it's a true gentleman's duty to take them home and help the beers.

In dark moments, they've helped us.

I have a list of all the beer mentions on my fan site at http://flowyn.com/Jack/ on the menu system under Special Pages there is a Jack:Beer snob item

And I thought I took copious amounts of notes while reading the series.

Well done, L Paul Wynn. Well done.

What Alvin said...I've tried all of the beers mentioned except for John Courage. A quest is beckoning!

Good Luck with trying to find John Courage Amber... I believe it's still in production, but barely. Best bet would be to find it in a bottle and then I would question the freshness of it.

As me Grandpa told me, "Son, a cold beer is a good beer."

And nobody ever called Grandpa a liar.

Well...there was that one guy.

I believe his broken arms eventualy healed.

But he never did get his memory back.

I don't remember calling your grandfather a liar. My arm is Ok. Thanks for asking.

As me Grandpa told me, "Son, a cold beer is a good beer."

And nobody ever called Grandpa a liar.

Well...there was that one guy.

I believe his broken arms eventualy healed.

But he never did get his memory back.

Well, I can make an exception to this.

When I was stationed (and living) in Japan in the early 1970s, my neighbor decided to have a party, and got a great deal on some bottles of Carling Black Label beer. For $1.25 a case, he wasn't going to be too picky. It had been bottled in Tacoma, WA (I didn't even know there was a brewery in Tacoma, and I grew up there).

Well, he decided that waiting for regular ice to cool the beers was going to take too long, so he acquired 20 pounds of dry ice and put that in the big tin tub with the beer to cool it down. About half an hour later, there suddenly came loud popping noises (it sounded like a .22 pistol, actually) from the tub.

Savage went over and took a look, and a cap from one of the bottles barely missed his head as it came flying off.

He put on his motorcycle helmet, fished out the unpopped bottles of beer, and put them on regular ice.

They still tasted lousy. Had a nasty metallic and medicinal aftertaste to them.

Well, you gotta cool down yer brews natural-lak. Ain't no call for solid CO2.

Which reminds me... mighta posted this before, but I love this story.

Back in 1972, Andy Gellert and I shared quarters on East 29th Street. A good deal for a pound of weed came our way. So we bought.

But we saw our herb was infested with bugs! What to do...?

Little Blues saw the answer.

I bought a little frozen carbon dioxide (dry ice, they call it), and we put our weed and the bugs and the =very= cold chunks in a container, and let nature take its course.

By the time, a few days later, the CO2 had sublimed, the insects had smothered and our smoke was pristine.