In Old Frontenac, Minn., there is a gravel road, and on that road there is a charming house, and by that house there is an old garage, and in that garage there is a world of wonderful things, including comfy old chairs, a library, artwork, zany souvenirs, a sophisticated beermaking operation and on Saturday afternoons, some delightful Frontenac folks often gathered. Your scrapblog editor was not about to have a vacation without stopping by that joint.
In the garage, great vats of dark beer bubbled and foamed, sending up the sweet, heady scents of hops and of the clover, heather and other wild plants that spiced them. Just to be polite, the scrapblog editor sampled some beer made here last year, and boy, was it good.
These fine and friendly gentleman, Uff-Da shop Arne and another excellent fellow whose name the scrapblog editor promptly misplaced after tippling the large glass of dark beer, were two of the Frontenac brewmeisters.
Here were the chief brewmeisters: my good friends and Old Frontenac characters Casey and Mikkel Gardner and Jane and Jamie Lorentzen. Jamie, whose work of art this groovy garage and operation are, is a Kierkegaardian and Melvilleian scholar who tells the funniest jokes since Mark Twain passed on. Jamie, who as you cousins may recall gave the beautiful eulogy at Mom/Aunt Alverna's 2006 funeral, does not make much use of the innernets, so he probably won't see this post, but we toast him virtually nonetheless. (As Homer Simpson said, "I hear they have the
Internet on
computers now.")
In the garage, great vats of dark beer bubbled and foamed, sending up the sweet, heady scents of hops and of the clover, heather and other wild plants that spiced them. Just to be polite, the scrapblog editor sampled some beer made here last year, and boy, was it good.
These fine and friendly gentleman, Uff-Da shop Arne and another excellent fellow whose name the scrapblog editor promptly misplaced after tippling the large glass of dark beer, were two of the Frontenac brewmeisters.
Here were the chief brewmeisters: my good friends and Old Frontenac characters Casey and Mikkel Gardner and Jane and Jamie Lorentzen. Jamie, whose work of art this groovy garage and operation are, is a Kierkegaardian and Melvilleian scholar who tells the funniest jokes since Mark Twain passed on. Jamie, who as you cousins may recall gave the beautiful eulogy at Mom/Aunt Alverna's 2006 funeral, does not make much use of the innernets, so he probably won't see this post, but we toast him virtually nonetheless. (As Homer Simpson said, "I hear they have the Internet on computers now.")
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