Over at Catholic Beer Review, David Palm reviews the book The Breweries of Wisconsin, by Jerry Apps. David says;
Sure, rub it in our faces, why don'tcha? Here in Arkansas, alas, we have no such venerable tradition of brewing.
Distilling, yes... brewing, not so much (heh).
I'm going to have to make some sort of pilgrimage to Wisconsin. Any place known primarily for cheese and beer is, I can tell you, peopled with My Kind of Folks.
Meanwhile, Eric Scheske blushingly admits that he has been neglecting his drinking because he has more and more allowed himself to become absorbed with things like work and family. Now that's a drinking problem. I try to schedule regular, quality drinking time, though there are nights (like last night) where I am simply too rushed and distracted to pay such proper attention to my health.
Finally, Sean at The Blue Boar gives us another excerpt from Belloc's The Four Men, which describes an Old Inn they find beside the road at the end of the day, and ends with the words "drinking and singing".
That's my kind of inn, though I don't suppose it could be in Wisconsin. I need to get off my duff and read The Four Men... maybe while (it seems fitting) drinking a beer for each man.