Good Head

Despite the fact that there are three brew pubs here, the tri-cities is not a beer "town". Yesterday I went to four stores looking for some beer. I'm not saying I didn't have any options, but I always end up making the same choices. Now, if any of you have the capital and would like to open your own version of Western Post Liquors, I am looking for a new job. I would be willing to work for beer and pretzels, and would even volunteer to work over nite security.

A good job, and a good beer, is hard to find around here. Last nite I even got to the point of looking up how to become a Trappist monk. I figure this would provide me with my escape from america, a job, a place to live, and an endless supply of one of the best beers in the world. As a plus I believe they take a vow of silence. I actually did go six days once with saying only one word. Then there was another time when I went three days where everything I said rhymed. It was like living in Dr. Seuss' head. Imagine not having to listen to your coworkers nonsense! Theosophically we may not see eye to eye, but I would be willing to over look their misunderstandings.

Oh yeah, good head. well they say you can judge a beer by its head. In most cases that is true, depending on the style of beer. It is said that you should be able to float a bottle cap or dime on the head of a good beer. I go with the dime because of the density. I just lost my train of thought. I may not have had one during all of this. I just wanted to post this photo. Time to go pack for Belgium..