You are a man after my own hart. I suppose you are from back east,
maybe Chicago area?????? I live in California about 15 min from
Disneyland. One day my wife goes into the can food store (discount
outlet) and buys me some Goose Island Christmas ale, since my nickname
at work has been Goose. That was the start of all my problems, ice cold
after work lug, lug ahhhhh. She buys some more then there is none
left and she talks with the guy that stocks the cases "no ma mm, we
don't have any more I finally got rid of that stuff". I cried big
tears. Now I have to wait for Christmas. I have been to their web sit
and drooled over their other beers. It is a brewery in Chicago and I
have not seen any other here. My youngest son has gotten into home
brewing and for fathers day bought me a selection of beers. I like the
Porters and the best is Young's Oatmeal Stout. Buds and MGD's have not
been the same since. Like anything once you have the good stuff it is
hard to go back. Next time you have a Goose Island beer think of the
guy in California that is waiting for Christmas. My next Oatmeal Stout,
I will toast your good health were ever you may be.

Bruce

Prometheus wrote:
On Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:22:32 -0500, "Barry N. Turner"
wrote:

When I was in college, I started smoking a pipe. First, it was a cheap one
that came with two packs of Middleton's Cherry Blend. Then, I moved up a
notch or two. Soon, I was smoking a $90.00 Preben Holm Danish free-style
and a few Ben Wades and a custom blend of tobacco.

I too, ran the cigar gambit. First King Edwards, then Roi-tans, then White
Owls. Then, I wandered into a small tobacco shop at lunch time and wondered
who in Hell would pay $2.55 for a damned cigar? (A nice Macanudo, at that.)
I bought it and never looked back. Absolutely no comparison! No more King
Edwards, Roi-tans or White Owls for me. Maybe an occasional Dutch Masters
in a real pinch. I never smoked very many cigars, but a good Macanudo or
Partagas is mighty hard to beat. You get what you pay for, be it lathes,
sandpaper or cigars!

Or beer, for that matter. I didn't get a taste for it until I was
about 24, and I was hanging out with a real snooty crowd- so now I
have a hard time drinking anything that comes in a big
brightly-colored 30 pack. I get a lot of squintly looks from the guys
after work when they're drinking a case of Busch Lite each, and I've
got a six pack of Summit or Goose Island.

But it's like you say- you get what you pay for. When I have a beer,
I like it to be beer- and not some kind of lightly-flavored water.