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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

Part Three of Six

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.

Part Two of Six

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