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.

The Other One And 50



The one and only

 Here he is, in all his unknowing glory. I helped con Mr. Rubeo last week in Belgium, by making him go into 2BE to buy beer with me for a so called happy hour. But I had a more devious plan. Make him drink a beer with me while a surprise party was being planned for him back at the apartments. Some people have all the tough jobs. Was I worried that he would say no to a beer with me? About as much as I was worried about not getting enough cheese in Belgium.

Yesterday was his official birthday and we welcome him to the AARP club, which by the way, is starting to fill up mighty fast.

Day Eight

And so begins another week in Belgium. The weather this time has not been as wonderful as the last time, but all in all, it ain't that bad. But it has been cool enough at times, that just about everyone here has at least a head cold. That ain't fun. But we shall soldier through the best way we know how. Who wants to take a guess what that is?

Home Sweet Home

Geode morgen! Welcome my friends to the vacation that I hope nevers ends. Day three getting ready to begin. Today is our first beer trip. It shall be a long one. We start at Abbaye des Rocs and then take a side trip into Ieper to see part of the famous cat festival. And of course, stop by a pub or two. Then for the grand finale, a trip to de Hoppeshuur. There is much more to say, but I have to finish eating my red super ripe strawberries and then make my Trappist cheese and egg sandwich on organic bread. Life is hard.........