Midweek catching up (from various blogs and press releases):
Leading to this fabulous sentence from the KC Beer Blog: “If you’re not aware of Greg Koch, you will be. He’s the Jerry Lee Lewis to Sam Calagione’s Pat Boone, or for a more current reference, he’s Lindsay Lohan to Calagione’s Raven Symone.”
So that’s the background. And here’s a bit of what he had to write in “Avery joins flight from Indiana; Publican yawns.”
You could hear the sounds of furtive sourcing as shelves emptied of valuable brands. The wails of lamentation kept me awake at night as craft beer fans weaned on the tender mercies of Beer Advocate and Rate Beer vented their despair.
They should have been asking: Should one’s go-to beer come from another time zone?
And: Your forefathers had it far tougher, whiner.
Me? I shrugged, yawned and filled a growler of fresh local beer.
There’s more, of course, because he has to guide his story to its closing lines: “Just remember: I used to walk ten miles in waist-deep snow just to score a six-pack of Sierra. Your troubles are miniscule by comparison.”