Snowpocalypes II.

Since the weather folks were so dead-on this past weekend, I suppose we’d better take them at their word that we will have another massive storm Wednesday (starting Tuesday night) which could drop another 20″ on us. The guy on the radio right now is talking “whiteouts” during the morning, high winds and drifting at night.

I think I have enough beer but maybe I should fight my way through the crowds buying bread and toilet paper in huge amounts all day tomorrow (what the hell did they do with all the bread and toilet paper they bought last Friday?) and get some more food.

Or more beer.

Whatever.

I’ll see you in the spring.



The bestest, most wonderful day in the entire history of the whole world…

…is being celebrated today.



The morning after.

My plan was to wait until this afternoon and let the sun do some of the work, but I gots antsy as I am wont to do and finally went out and freed up the car. That’s how it looked before I started. Now it’s in a cleared area down beyond that blue truck in the background and ready for what will come on Monday.

Word from Bryan and others is that most, if not all, of the guest beers and special beers kicked in West Chester yesterday so any thoughts of venturing in that direction today have been summarily dismissed. Maybe I’ll write (as I should) or drink (as I could) or do both.

Super Bowl Day is the most boring, useless one of the year, the whole country sitting around waiting for a football game that probably won’t be very good. What did Duane Thomas say back in 1972?

“If the Super Bowl is the ultimate game, then how come
they’re going to play it again next year?”

Still true.

However (and however improbable)….Go Saints!


Victory will let the Sunshine in.

Victory Brewing is in the business pages of this morning’s Philadelphia Inquirer as a prime example of astate business which is embracing Gov. Rendell’s alternative energy rebate program despite the PA Chamber of Commerce’s opposition to same:

“We’re not anti-alternative” energy, Gene Barr, vice president of government and public affairs for the chamber, said in an interview last week. “But for government to dictate, ‘Here’s the exact percent of the exact technology we want,’ that goes well beyond what we think the role of government ought to be.”

It is a position dividing the state’s business community.

“They don’t represent my opinion,” said Ron Barchet, who owns Victory Brewing Co., of Downingtown, with childhood friend Bill Covaleski.

Their company is among the hundreds taking advantage of the $100 million Pennsylvania Sunshine rebate program. Victory is having a photovoltaic system installed on its roof in April because “it’s just part of being a modern, responsible business,” Barchet said.

The $415,000, 66.6-kilowatt system is expected to offset 5 percent of the brew pub’s electricity use, reduce Victory’s monthly electric costs by $1,000 - nearly 10 percent - and pay for itself in five years, Barchet said. The state says 35 percent of the nearly $8 million in pending claims for solar rebates are from small businesses.

While generally “pretty much a small-government guy,” Barchet said, he supports the idea of Pennsylvania offering such financial incentives and mandating more use of renewable energy “to spur” the development of such energy sources and related industries.

“It’s a jump-start,” he said.

It’s getting so we expect one or two major plant upgrades or expansions in Downingtown every year and this is an admirable one.



Sly Fox’s secret beer?

I just came across this nice long interview with The O’Reilly from late January, posted by Steph Weber yesterday. Nicely done, and it seems to contain the first mention ever of a new Sly Fox beer.

Like I keep telling you folks, nobody tells me nuttin’.



Another side of Scoats.

Ah, the things I learn (or others are inspired to post so I can learn) of a snowy afternoon…

I’ve called him an idiot savant and a master publican in my time, and I know that Scoats is a complicated sorta fella with all sorts of hidden facets, but this surprised me a bit.

Not the author I would have chosen for such an undertaking, but his posting of same is a series I will follow assiduously.

You all should have The Third Quarter bookmarked, even though the postings are all too infrequent. Good stuff.



The one where my illusions are quickly dismissed.

I was thinking that, if I were younger and irresponsible, and I could get from here to Rt. 422, the tripĀ  to Iron Hill West Chester would probably be, given the conditions, relatively simple, taking the long way around: 422 to Rt. 202 straight into West Chester or 422 to King of Prussia, PA Turnpike to Rt. 100 and straight into West Chester.

So I took His Majesty Buddy out for a walk, down a path carved from our terrace to the main driveway through the apartment complex that had walls of snow taller than he is on either side, and started down to look at Spiece Road, which runs in front of Orchard Ridge. I stopped the guy in a truck dumping gravel and ashes on our roadway and asked him about that. His reply:

“You couldn’t get there in the first place and, in the second place, Rt. 422 looks a lot worse than things do right here.”

So I’ve started drinking on my own, especially given the disastrous first half of the Villanova Georgetown game. Started off with a Yards Philly Pale Ale. In the long run, though, this may be a whiskey day.

And, as I commented on Facebook earlier today, my working theory is that there might a whole buncha lotta good beer on tap in West Chester on the morrow.



Upon further reflection…

…I believe it is Larry Horwitz whom the gods would destroy, not I.

They’ve always had a bug up their collective asses about hubris and I think his burning Lappy in effigy Thursday night and dancing around it screaming “Belgium Comes to West Chester is my party now!!” pushed their buttons once too often.

Besides, I really don’t want to take the blame for the mess outside my door.

18″ and counting.

Beer Hunter: The Movie.

A new film about the life of Michael Jackson will debut at the Great American Beer Festival this year.

That’s a pretty major event in the beer world which has apparently slipped right under the radar, or at leas my radar, because the first I’ve heard of it just now was at the KalamaBrew website, which they in turn got from beernews.org. It seems only fair to let those guys get the site hits they deserve, so use the links to read the details.

Meanwhile, here’s the movie trailer, from YouTube:

Lord, how much we lost that August day in 2007.



In which I perceive myself as Icarus.

As I look out upon a morning where the snow on the ground is as high as a Buddy’s eye, I do believe the gods are sending me a message about Belgium Comes to West Chester. To wit:

You once flew too close to the sun in that place and survived, foolish mortal; do not pass that way again.