Why thank you, son. That's awfully nice of you to say.
Yup, I remember back during the Blizzard of 78 when we were stuck in the Garden watching the Beanpot, we didn't have technology then. No Freakin Weatherchannel. We sucked it up and walked home afterwards.
Yup, we didn't have fancy pants Baltic Porters then. No siree, we drank Bud and were damned glad to get it.
Yup, no Single Malt Scotch either. Bahhhhh. Our scotch came with a clipper ship on the front of it and then only if you worked a bunch of overtime hours. (Who am I kidding, We couldn't afford shoes back then, who could afford fancy booze imported from Scotland.)
Yup, the world has changed a lot since I first noticed grey hairs south of the border. And you are right, I've embraced it all. I am a technoweinie. Hell, in so MANY way's I have Metrosexual tendencies. (Ok if there isn't a red, white and blue diagonally rotating pole out front I'm not getting my hair cut there, even if the barber will stuff her **** in my ear as she does the deed.)
Yup, not that many years ago my daughters were pulling my old Grateful Dead albums out of their jackets. Sheila turned to Beth and said, "Look at the size of these CD's, these things are enourmous!"
Yup, it's true, for the most part I'm only good for once a night these days. I'd rather get the extra hour of sleep.
So let me give you the benefit of my life experience. Let me offer you a few words of hard won experience and wisdom...
Toss that piece of sheet brew rig out in the trash. Sanitary landfill, brother! Take that nuclear flux capacitor and the dilithium crystal hop back off and dispose of them properly and just scrap the rest of that sheet. You ain't ever going to make a beer half as good as Babalu's Baltic Porter, never mind one of my beers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pee. Again.
PTN