RedBaron

I love beer. Let me re-state that: I love beer in so many ways. The variations on it are enormous. I live in Chicago, and with a climate that goes from radically hot to wretchedly cold, beer is a comfort often turned to (perhaps a crisp pilsner after mowing the lawn or a malty Scotch ale after shoveling the snow). I hope I can enjoy beer up to my dying breath. As one who is also a musician, I think of the words Johannes Brahms apparently said as his last words before departing this world: "That was really good." (Supposedly, in old age, he had a beer one evening just before going to bed. He never woke up.)