June 21, 2017
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I won an award and haven’t even bragged about it to my brothers.
Things are confusing, with smoke filling the air and cool temps inverting like fall on the heels of summer heat.
“Maybe each of us is Cain to some Abel, and slays him in the field without knowing it through the things he does to him, the things he says to him, and the things he should say and doesn’t.” — Primo Levi
Back before I drank beer, LONG before (and I only took it up at age 24) I remember a Seattle Times report that the famed Ivar’s Acre of Clams restaurant got in trouble for putting lesser beer into Heidelberg empties and selling it to go with the bivalves.