Yes, we’re still mired in a global recession, but the beer business remains good, by all indications. And astonishingly, even the beer writing business appears healthy.
Just look at the evidence: Stan had to plead work when he missed last week’s Session; Melissa is so caught up in business she hasn’t even had time to take more than a quick glance at the new Cask Report, which was authored by Pete Brown; Lew made it to the Session, but was otherwise so stretched that he has been sticking to pithy one and two line posts, à la Jeffrey, and even had to limit himself to three sentences about Porktoberfest; and even Uncle Jack is down to a mere four posts a day, well off his usual ten or twenty (the bastard!).
Me, I’m balancing a column about brandy with a feature on the reinvention of British pub grub, the planning of an all-American beer dinner, flying to Atlanta on Thursday and, oh ya, the purchase of a new condo and imminent move from here to there.
It’s all good, people. All very, very good.