fellow swilliers of the sacred nectar.
hello and greetings from the far reaches of the eastern shore where no man is safe from internet exclusion. please hold the applause and allow me to assure you that my abscense from contribution has been do to my lack of www access and not my lack of computer savvy (which also deters me from using these infernal machines) but not in this case. that being said and after reviewing several pages of postings i think i am up to speed on the situation as it stand. a big shout goes out to clint our double agent from the land of purple men for he hath obviously invested must more offort in orginizing this indeavor than the rest of us. or has much more idle time on his hands, which stands to reason by default of location. no offense clint. kudos to the rest of you for it is clear to me and i am sure you all as well that my proficiency lies not in logistics but in the embibing of world class brew. on that note i will admit that my life travels have been limited to this great continent we all call home, and that although alaska canada and mexico are all very interesting places none of them have anything to do with europe.(excluding france and spain but who really gives a f$#k.) so i will gladly bow out and defer to the better judgement of those parties who are well verses in the deutch and all of her nuances. (clint,dan ect.) i do have one request, which i have already divulged to my bro, that if it is at all possible i would like to venture off the beaten path if such a path still exists at this day in age. i have a dream. i have a dream that somewhere in the heart of bavaria lies a pristine village of unmatched authenticity. i have a dream that within this village lies built into a hillside an old school brewery made of stone and beam centuries old. i also have a dream that within these hallowed walls lies a tasty foaming beverage the likes of which no common yankee has ever laid lips to. not to say that the citys which we will invariably visit wont offer exquisite brew i have just had this notion since the inception of this whole sojourn that the cream lies not on the surface but deep in the heart of mother germany. crazy? perhaps, as i have no personal frame of reference. just a thought. once again thanks to all of the orange tie victims for your time, energy and knowledge on the planning and execusion of our mission. this being my virgin entry(tehehe) i will say no more. peace. fletch
