Jack On A Stick: Redux

     Ah, memories, like the corner of my liver. Distant flowing beery memories, of the way it was. Mr Curtin's trip down memory lane sparked this thought inside my empty head. Has anyone seen those many long lost photos of Jack on a stick? I don't think so. Now for the first (and hopefully the last) time, you too can revel in the glory that was the short, but quite fruitful adventures of JOAS!

Tom and the lovely Peggy hiding under the shadows

Wayne's finest and Jack

Jack getting plenty of Fish to drink

Jack keeping a eye on Brian

Sam and Jack before you needed to get on a waiting list to see Sam

What? You need more pictures? Well, go right here and see JOAS's trip to Boston and much more!

The End Is Near

     That title alone should garner a few blog hits over the next couple of weeks. Yes indeed,  it is almost the end of Philly Beer Week. Today as a matter of fact. One more trip into the city before I begin some type of cleansing/detoxing/dieting to remove all the evilness I have been putting in my body since Suburban Beer Week and two weeks in Belgium. And of course PBW for dessert. Got one or two pictures to share and maybe a story or two to tell. After all I have to make Mr. Curtin happy.