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I got an irresistible invitation from a friend this month. My friend Tina called and asked if I wanted to go outdoor rock climbing with some of her climbing friends. She said they had an extra harness and all the gear I

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As the warm months draw near, it’s that carefree time to enrich ourselves in an annual right of summer

Since pitchers and catchers are already at work, and grilling season is fast approaching, I decided to brew up a nice golden lager. I haven

Combining cross-country race skiing and rifle marksmanship, Biathlon originated in Scandinavia where primitive hunters traveled on skis to pursue game in the winter months. In the late 1700s, Swedish and Norwegian border patrol ski troops held the first Biathlon competition. It became an Olympic sport in 1960 in Squaw Valley and has grown into the most popular winter sport in Europe.

Every taper has a similar dream from time to time the night before a show. In my dream I

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A review of the Holiday Porter I brewed back in July. It

i sit down again, staring at the melting chunks of my drink. Usually I delight in the vile amusement of solitude, alone for hours strapped to a purple lazy chair thinking; pondering the simple delights and defeats of mankind. I am king here, sovereign to compare and contrast in secret. Tonight however, the entrails of mind shout curses down on the body. Thus, i surrender and flee to an obscure den of vice.

When the first snow hits the ground many people put away the hiking gear for a number of reasons

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With winter in full swing and the holidays upon us, for brewers, it

Rhonda Mitrani’s new project, The Florida Room, advocates a collaboration of local artists, organizations and citizens, to create community events centered around art. It provides a platform for dialogue and an outlet for expression and education. The organization launched its quest with its documentary film festival, The Rebirth of Social Media. Now in its second year, the festival runs Nov. 13-15th with the theme

Skiing never made much sense to me. Every winter growing up in Milwaukee, a healthy chunk of classmates would be bussed up to a ski resort called Sunburst, leaving a few dozen of us pasty, fragile children behind. Not that I minded much; to me, a skier was placed in the same category as someone who would drive a car without a seatbelt on. A lunatic. I grew up in a conservative Jewish household-not conservative in the religious sense; we enjoyed a nice piece of shellfish every now and again. I mean conservative in the neurotic, overly cautious sense. I might not have been allowed to experience football, skiing, snowboarding, wrestling, hockey, or lacrosse. But I did turn out to be quite a fine yahtzee player.

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If your answer is a resounding

To bookend the summer, we usually take two camping trips, one around Memorial Day for a weekend on Cape Cod, the other near Labor Day where we canoe down the Saco River up in Maine. This year, due to everyone