I read that in this morning's paper and wished my dad could have lived to see these things. He was a Brewmaster, Braumeister, in Columbus, Ohio...and he had the "tongue" and I swear he could taste on which side of the hill the hops were grown.
He would have LOVED it.
I love someone's bottom of the page quote that says..
Beer is the reason we know God loves us...
or something like that. It always makes me smile.
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