7/7/08
Not that I'm sad
about what has happened to my profession or anything, but wouldn't you think an elegy for the beer that made Sugar Mama's fortune could at least mention what she had to say about the takeover? You know that if it were some other all-American commodity -- ketchup, say -- it would be all fair and balanced, all the time.
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Out of St. Louis came some of the greatest jazz of the 20th century. You know what they will remember longer? The bad beer.
Also barbecued pig snouts. And fried ravioli.
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