I just happen to be 100% searcher. I remember the almost life saving dark lager (and stew with dark bread) somewhere deep in the old Yugoslavia, worn out from trudging unknown through limestone and strange terrain. The name of the beer is meaningless. I remember a Carling Black Label on Jeff Ensminger's balcony, at about 13, and a Budweiser with my Grand Dad at about 11. My Dad was happy about being alive after the Philippines (Leyte 1944), so he and I shared a zest for beer, especially a deep fondness for real Munich Lowenbrau. I learned as much from what he didn't say but did than just about any other way I know. I miss that guy. Beer and golf were a glue that kept us together. I could write pages of these recollections, of England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Germany, Belgium, Holland, France, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Austria, Canada, all beer, food and people related. I always want to know where someone is from. I'm the same way with beer as I learn about the people and the beers that they drink and live with. I try new beers all of the time, but I've never once thought of counting or documenting them.....other than reviews here and there on New Beer Sundays a while back. Great post Dave!