Mike announced the news like this:
This is sort of a dream come true. I picked up a side gig writing a weekly column from a local brewery that makes the best damn beer in the U.S., and I used to say that before I was on the Captain Lawrence payroll! Perhaps the best part of it: I'm partially paid in beer.
Miss the press conference? Don't fret. Mike is Michael Malone and he is talking about his new weekly column at the website for downstate NY's Captain Lawrence Brewing. Mike is my second cousin in law once removed... or is it second cousin once removed in law... so the announcement was fairly discrete but I now know I have reason to fear. See, the thing is, unlike me, Mike is an accomplished writer. He's written for The New York Times. He keeps as neat a niche a blog as ever there was on the topic of baseball related words. I used to worry about my place in the beer writing world. Now I worry about my beer writing rankings within the family.
In his first column for Captain Lawrence, Mike describes the scene in the tasting room on a Saturday. He shows it to be the sort of place people used to describe as wholesome. The Silvermans snagged the award for cutest baby in the tasting room. The weather took a turn for the better. Maybe not the usual background for beer but that is the point. We're in a the neighourhood picking up provisions for the weekend dinner. People going about their business. This is good. I won't go any further about his style other to point out he plays rugby and has about ten years on me. Probably checks the dictionary from time to time, too. But it is good. Good writing about good beer. And good for Captain Lawrence to realize that they have a story to tell that just might deserve a storyteller.