I must be a homebody. A homer. A slug-a-bed. But, after a six hour drive from the east of Lake Ontario to beyond Lake Champlain, the last thing I want most times is a beer. Driving around Burlington at 9:30 pm last night trying to find a grocery store to lay in some breakfast, I passed any number of great bars and places to grab a local craft beer but was just too tired to imagine stopping. I'd be nose first in the stein or, worse, pulled over for weaving as I drove away after half a pint. And right now all I need to find is a big coffee. Hours to go before the sea.
Have you read The Unbearable Nonsense of Craft Beer - A Rant in Nine Acts by Alan and Max yet? It's out on Kindle as well as Lulu.
Maureen Ogle said this about the book: "... immensely readable, sometimes slightly surreal rumination on beer in general and craft beer in particular. Funny, witty, but most important: Smart. The beer geeks will likely get all cranky about it, but Alan and Max are the masters of cranky..."
Ron Pattinson said: "I'm in a rather odd situation. Because I appear in the book. A fictional version of me. It's a weird feeling."