After tonight's big feed of whole salmon baked in a bucket of olive oil cut with lemon chunks sided with Local 1 and Jack D'or, I have to admit that I have some sympathies for pairing. And while I am not going to join any crusade against MADD, I balance my thoughts about BBADD with those by Jay, Melissa, Pete and others about the linger effects of 1840s to 1940s temperance. Some things about beer are serious in one way or another.
Yet debate about these sorts of things means little to me compared to the core question of happiness. When I were a lad, a pal called a six-pack a box of fun. Little as simply true has ever been stated. And, along those lines, having the opportunity to look forward to a festival focused on the pleasures, happiness, fun and even silliness of beer looks even better to me. Consider the wacko plans of the Scooper. Note the goofy hats recently seen in Oregon. Beer is fun. Yet it is difficult to be serious about good fun. Beer is really fun. We need to get better about mentioning that.