My apologies for the lack of posts this week. Marie and I are moving into my parents’ house. We have a lot to do in order to get it ready. She’s been carrying the bulk of the load, but this week, I had to “step up” and do a lot of work. Normally, I get pressed for time because of external commitments that I can’t control (mostly, kid functions), but this week, it was all self-imposed.
I woke up this morning to this headline. Talk about a PR department’s nightmare: Google searches for ‘Corona beer virus’ surge as news of coronavirus spread across US.
But I’d believe it (that Corona beer gives you the virus). Corona, in my humble opinion, is the nastiest swill ever concocted this side of the gates of hell. I only tried it once. I was literally startled at the taste. I assured the bartender that it must’ve gone bad. He assured me that it hadn’t. He just chuckled and said, “That’s how it tastes, man.”
Speaking of Nasty Drinks I: I can definitely say beer, even if stored in brown bottles, goes rotten after 20 years. For some reason, I kept five bottles of Honey Brown in a dark spot in my home office all these years. I unearthed them while moving my 3,000-book library to the new house. My son, Alex, tried one last weekend and made the same face I made when I tried Corona. It was pretty funny, though I am a bit worried he may have contracted the honeybrown virus.
Odd: I thought they had making Honey Brown, but the Google Machine tells me it’s still in production. It sounds like there may have been short gap in production when the company switched lines . … Read the rest