The town has ground to a stop prematurely. Short of losing power, a Friday night to Sunday night blizzard or ice storm or any other community halting sort of weather is most welcome. Instead of 800 km round trip in a crowded family van on highways crowded with short tempered people making up for a year's worth of family apathy we will wear jammies all weekend. Drink drinks. Eat treats. Take time. As the skies turn pink.
With any luck I will post the winners of the eighth annual Yuletide beery photo contest. I am sending out all the presents myself this year so if I am late you will only have me to blame. Not that I will be moved. One year a slightly known person who won a prize kept sending emails because another slightly better known person had not rushed out a prize by overnight courier. And don't get me started on the breweries who never followed through with pledged prizes. I should have set up a gallery of deadbeats years ago.
One lucky winner is going to get a copy of Notes From the Captain Lawrence Tasting Room, a selection of columns on the folk coming and going from the brewery's tap room on Saturdays. Writing by cousin Mike, what I like about the book is how it brings us back to an forgotten often fundamental of good beer - the people who drink it. If you don't win it, consider buying. Buy his novel, too. It will even out the universe as I am late getting out that pack of Canadian only candies to his mother-in-law. Other prizes may include books with words like hops, water, atlas and pubs in their titles. They do not, however, have nearly as many references to people in tasting room settings. Think about it.
And sorry about the lock down of the comments. A shit storm of spam has struck. I am either relieved or frustrated. It is nice to not have any mind numbing comments founded on that age old principle of "IMHO" to wade through. And, after all, blogs are dead. Yet, the pleasant chatter of the nerd is one of nature's joys. Will I survive? I suppose you could just comment at Twitter like some cheese eating schoolboy who thinks blogs are like 8-tracks... except... well, you get the point. Life's rich pageant plays on.