Of Mourning and Beer
Usually, beer is a thing of joy. Occasionally not, however, as was the case last summer, when the founding father of beer journalism and writing, Michael Jackson, passed away. This morning, I was directed to the site “i miss michael,” dedicated to memories of Michael Jackson. I had watched/read/heard most of those already, but being in the mindset of mourning and grief from yesterday’s post, it seemed like a good confluence to put this one up.
This weekend, though, I’ll be thoroughly involved in the more fun side of beer, judging at the Sam Adams Longshot competition down in Boston.
