Well that's a mighty fine fine way of starting off your first blog post in 6 and a half years. Sorry folks, but the TLBL swimsuit issue just wasn't ready yet. One of the reasons I've been thinking about this for quite some time in the old noggin was two things in particular. One- the constant stories of the problems in the craft beer business that I've been reading about and seeing first hand for awhile now and second- what seems like the never ending early demise of people who are, for the most part, much younger than me. To say it gives me pause would be an understatement. I mean let's face it, Father time is undefeated. And I don't see that streak coming to an end anytime soon, despite Mick and Keith's best effort. Let's put it another way, in 25 years I'll be turning 90. 25 years ago I would have turned 40. The odds of either one of them happening are the proverbial slim and none. Hence the title of this post. Now, to the best of my knowledge I'm not going anywhere soon, but what do say we cause a little commotion on way out?
