tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35152186276079395142024-02-20T02:58:47.344-06:00Knights of Creativity Spirit & AleOriginally the Knights of Moleskine, Spirit & Ale.
"Puto, Bibo et sum Laetus" Dedicated to Thinking, Drinking and Being Merry!dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.comBlogger957125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-28511286040409090502010-09-18T13:32:00.002-05:002010-09-18T13:36:35.668-05:00We've Moved to a New Location<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFaT3f9KSMEARfCDOf_R1j7midZ44LOwAOtI0qGW19qbV5J6L9SbkAVMgOn__dnVKA005zcLesOWP92wXetfqnMLPb6vUkLELm-4Qsm3fuJK5hPlkOSyMm-sjHQ4vSb5smEyy_A9bVf9m/s1600/NewKMSALogo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFaT3f9KSMEARfCDOf_R1j7midZ44LOwAOtI0qGW19qbV5J6L9SbkAVMgOn__dnVKA005zcLesOWP92wXetfqnMLPb6vUkLELm-4Qsm3fuJK5hPlkOSyMm-sjHQ4vSb5smEyy_A9bVf9m/s400/NewKMSALogo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518323912006118802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Come one, Come all! The Knights are now....the Knights of Creation Spirit and Ale. We have just posted on our new site <a href="http://www.knightscsa.blogspot.com">www.knightscsa.blogspot.com</a>, where you can also find us on Facebook.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Please follow us on our new site.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cheers!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sir Hook of Warrick</span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-76010936960230341312010-05-28T06:27:00.006-05:002010-05-28T09:22:41.673-05:00Create or Die: The Art of Endeavoring to Engage Yourself<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8Me-UUAgBAosfxzDbwOHgUYk9Ug4C3pqbNAmEsqzidayynlbIo0BzLydXToWNlegmm8z0HijHBpTF0eonpOXrqZv15X1GDpKwlAPml7nAAa8zh8UjgbuRnd_BohAnGgp3BKV-bZhVy31/s1600/create%2520or%2520die%2520jpeg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8Me-UUAgBAosfxzDbwOHgUYk9Ug4C3pqbNAmEsqzidayynlbIo0BzLydXToWNlegmm8z0HijHBpTF0eonpOXrqZv15X1GDpKwlAPml7nAAa8zh8UjgbuRnd_BohAnGgp3BKV-bZhVy31/s400/create%2520or%2520die%2520jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476281201326145426" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Bowie shared this image with me yesterday from another blog he had visited. Just a few nights before we had shared new ideas over a "few" pints on the direction of KMSA...with input from Sir Dayvd of Oxfordshire.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In essence we have come to a crosswords, one that I have visited many times on my journey in life, where we had to create or die! So, as we approach the coming official holiday that kicks off summer and the fourth anniversary of my father's death, you will begin to see less and less on this blog while we give birth to our "new and improved" version of the Knights of ??????. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It's our summer sabbatical. I invite all of you to do the same...to create or die....it truly is the art of "endeavoring to engage yourself." It's a banquet where sacred cows become the evening steak, nourishing the soul, giving it the strength to move boldly in new and better ways.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">All things become new... not just once...but many times. Like a snake shedding its skin...we'll look familiar on the outside, but being reborn as Knights and Ladies with more mystery, fun, and inspiration for an even broader audience to share.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">To the Knights and Ladies who have been loyal avid readers of our blog, thank you for your continued support, and know that we will be back...we might even post a few on this site from time to time. We will also inform you to our new location.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">To the Knights and Ladies who we have invited on numerous occasions to write and contribute, I challenge you to embrace our main tenant, which will not change, you are "free to create without judgement!" Don't let your fears of what others think block you from becoming what you know you want to become!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Create or Die! The choice is yours! Choose wisely!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Until we meet again....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Hook of Warrick, Founding Father</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><blockquote style="padding-left: 6px; border-left-width: 6px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(218, 218, 218); margin-left: 1em; "><p>“Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea.” <strong>~Lou Dorfsman</strong></p><div><b><br /></b></div></blockquote></span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-1029129152736309492010-05-27T06:06:00.002-05:002010-05-27T06:14:18.464-05:00Rock the Vote!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My song "Traveling Down the Road" just got accepted in a MySpace music competition for a chance to win a MySpace Records contract and $10,000 in Fender gear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">OK, I know this is selfish promotion...but what are friends for?! So Knights and Ladies share the music and support Sir Hook! If I win, I'll throw one hell of a party!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="350" height="460"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="align" value="middle"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="quality" value="best"><param name="movie" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/xQDsKwvPMRJ78psN.swf"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/xQDsKwvPMRJ78psN.swf" width="350" height="460" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="best"></embed></object><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Hook the Shameless Promoter of Warrick (aka: dkWells)</span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-59110276889842882252010-05-26T12:09:00.005-05:002010-05-26T12:33:53.694-05:00Rockport II<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm74NRfaDsYFhZJC7-T8Ady_lgCfID8_kou1znEKxj11xCTjuKkqs_vrIozN7KUtdy_7mTI4f8q3Z9BoBhkwpHDRzRnWopXhbE7zOZeiJXLeyA5dV5iUg3OEHEIbSCbD6viVSgmrEinOcJ/s1600/Squire+Kuhn.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Regarding yesterday's post by Lady Suzanne, the cabinet I worked one was actually one of Thomas Lincoln's (Abe's father). They moved to Indiana in 1816.</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475628220419621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PfbVdW51aS7L4z1y6B_0OwxHMUpHV1kx9nFjBCfVWOT7WiBUBXS4mNLi8nVKaUsZH3d8kr0zwCtw4Fgh_zbpm7inPlqJpX38OEaPGur3jMb4y9L-2NltIK7hqkPFNxPRWYQZdAY1UfAg/s400/190px-Lincoln-Thomas_01.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Anyway, I tore it apart and I rebuilt into something useful: A TV cabinet. </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Okay, I really don't know that it was one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TL's</span> (I sure hope not), but it does looks very similar to a hutch in the museum. SO.. it could have been -- that's my story and sticking to it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475628231590595874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULDu853yGTg0NGIaREb82Zh9U2oI2u8eNz4qfNS74LhcSTkTjicrMzmcPZeVDNbnG2L58fikc9hUdEd3Imr-rIYMEO_F7AL3g_qnQeZE_3rP2zNhZ5k9_4lAeI9sGUBBK79_ARiKaUJwz/s400/27782_1447186106885_1450162745_1184315_2493485_n.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>Here Lady Suzanne and I are cooking breakfast for a couple of new "friends" from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rockport</span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">(photo by Sir James of Taylor)</span></p><br /><p>Here is a slide show of the event if anyone is interested:<br /><br /><a href="http://ctghost.phanfare.com/4685721#imageID=100422316">http://ctghost.phanfare.com/4685721#imageID=100422316</a></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475633017221917266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOAjco0CnQicXOfvvcroLe-mwbHi-SUaE_e4SQLuzWzAgUpxTSAsek3s513qXjNih3FLORvhkQokjbSWtofP2e_TQkrxmyQSb45lCF-uSkaQ5iriabb68O_lJasPu9u97wyg_V1GOq4AD/s400/bowie+black+and+white.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br />Sir Bowie "Squire Kuhn" of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Greenbriar</span> (who consumed more than my share of homemade beverages of all sorts)<br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-68850035204051863292010-05-25T10:05:00.007-05:002010-05-25T10:37:55.221-05:00Rockport Pioneer Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrv2l2SfrU3jjiIWpinFeH0QwI1_WSraJtrquALAcHxEetrZCfztN8eEsiIyOVBiADsBaL3GurVEvtjOsriwN3RXTGB-rAZwJr_9m1WbZiuCtI3TQQ4XGS486dL68542fbaO2jyetJmTx/s1600/Rockport+May+010+%28Medium%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrv2l2SfrU3jjiIWpinFeH0QwI1_WSraJtrquALAcHxEetrZCfztN8eEsiIyOVBiADsBaL3GurVEvtjOsriwN3RXTGB-rAZwJr_9m1WbZiuCtI3TQQ4XGS486dL68542fbaO2jyetJmTx/s320/Rockport+May+010+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225919592759442" border="0" /></a>Sir Bowie with the wardrobe panels he put together to make a television/display case.<br /><br />He began with a few pieces, built and stained the rest to match and created a beautiful and useful piece of furniture for the Rockport Pioneer Village museum.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNa_CAIJfb6NBTOPv3R1Ogm1fw3WHLK9uPZanZSFkm4Nios8t3ir4ckW3sNHK2Wr2SQOSpy8I_mQ5CAw_G9L00_SPR07l-UoSdgQIsYDnGUZ-DXkZlQWJqbkUZQJBCDVTJk4sk2poEr-A/s1600/Rockport+May+008+%28Medium%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNa_CAIJfb6NBTOPv3R1Ogm1fw3WHLK9uPZanZSFkm4Nios8t3ir4ckW3sNHK2Wr2SQOSpy8I_mQ5CAw_G9L00_SPR07l-UoSdgQIsYDnGUZ-DXkZlQWJqbkUZQJBCDVTJk4sk2poEr-A/s320/Rockport+May+008+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475225918882974306" border="0" /></a>more woodworking projects in the museum<br /><br />"Squire Kuhn" and his pioneer wife, the schoolmarm...with the camp kitchen, storage box to contain coolers and food, and camp chairs (all designed and built by Sir B)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtT1wSKFeaJfmmt9_u8M9_LeybYuhjULBs1tVfzCPlpuKdmMJlDwwYq4FzvM-cyAu1cfiB4I7Zjxmgza6h_3kTZpoDqDySL6An58s5OnJgOyFtG8yGGT4Q5q0XHCoIxA5Dz969I6jSYxw/s1600/Rockport+May+012+%28Medium%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtT1wSKFeaJfmmt9_u8M9_LeybYuhjULBs1tVfzCPlpuKdmMJlDwwYq4FzvM-cyAu1cfiB4I7Zjxmgza6h_3kTZpoDqDySL6An58s5OnJgOyFtG8yGGT4Q5q0XHCoIxA5Dz969I6jSYxw/s320/Rockport+May+012+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475224349062064706" border="0" /></a>Traveled through the time warp of Southern Indiana this past weekend...<br /><br />listening to Reba and driving past roads named<br />Two Story Road and Shady Lane,<br />past the county roads identified only by number, or family names...<br />past signs for the Misty Morn Safe Company out in the country surrounded by corn that's ankle high already...<br />A sign to Midway ( midway of what?)<br />a sign advertising O'Risky real estate<br />a country church marquee "God's suggestions for exercise:<br />knee bends"<br />a little white farmhouse with red roses climbing midst the Christmas lights strands<br />the volunteer firemen passing with bluelights flashing on their pick up trucks<br /><br />Some of the highlights:<br />enjoying the delicious meals prepared by Sir B in dutch oven cooking over the open fire,<br />time with Sir James of Taylor and Lady Gwendolyn, a visit by Sir Cock of the Walk and Lady Melinda...<br />watching the sheep shearing, candle-making, tomahawk throwing, musket-shooting, having Sunday morning church service on puncheon benches in a log church...<br />portraying a schoolmarm in the pioneer schoolhouse, even had a frog come spend the day inside with me finding the coolness of the dirt floor, teaching children about the old ways of learning,<br />sitting around the campfire at night with friends old and new...sipping homemade wines and ales...making popcorn...star-gazing and wishing on falling stars...<br />crawling inside the tent for a good nights sleep to get up and do it all again the next day<br /><br />and coming home on Sunday evening, sunburned and sweaty, tired and looking forward to air conditioning and showers...and talking about what we'll do in October when it's Pioneer Weekend again!Lady Suzanne of Greenbriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715427827385897484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-20088585053001630482010-05-25T07:12:00.006-05:002010-05-25T07:35:19.226-05:00Hafiz and the Sun in Drag<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; ">Hafiz was a great Sufi poet born in Persia (modern day Iran) in the early 1300's and is one of the world’s most beloved poets. He is affectionately known as the “Tongue of the Invisible” and the great Poet-Seer Ralph Waldo Emerson himself remarked that “Hafiz is a poet for poets.”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqgT4HU_oNVz32JT3RU_QujMl6ufvvuRQQFn_t3F6kYErEbSkOS5BDbTcSCe-vLdhCaLm1kIEkg70pE_BmrRuSzLIni-QImfmEaLKppKbX7khuh7vHaQUDVVU8D_thiMOjE6UcualCcnx/s400/hafiz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475185068663052370" /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The poems of Hafiz have a beautiful and musical quality, which also embody a great spontaneity. In a myriad of poetic ways, Hafiz expresses the spiritual experiences of a mystic, in love with his Beloved. Yet he achieves this in a playful and enchanting way, like other Sufi poets, Hafiz weaves themes of ambiguity into his poems. Often he will use secular images such as wine, drunkenness and human love, however these are just symbols for the divine experiences which Hafiz is alluding to.</span></span></span></span><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />I often go to Hafiz for inspiration and today would like to share his translated into modern English poem, The Sun In Drag:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">You are the Sun in drag.</span></div></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>You are God hiding from yourself.</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Remove all the "mine"-that is the veil.</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Why ever worry about</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Anything?</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Listen to what your friend Hafiz</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Knows for certain:</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>The appearance of this world</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Is a Magi's brilliant trick, though its affairs are</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Nothing into nothing.</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>You are a divine elephant with amnesia</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Trying to live in an ant</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Hole.</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>Sweetheart, O sweetheart</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>You are God in</i></b></span></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:medium;">Drag!</span></div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I pray that our modern day Persians remember how to live as Hafiz lived. I pray that we all learn how to live and express as Hafiz did.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sir Hook the Sufi Poet of Warrick</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></span></span></div></div></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-56561133094295284912010-05-23T08:32:00.005-05:002010-05-23T08:56:18.551-05:00Birth...Life...Death...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNkJk5PRbssP7WxEZBcj17L2uv6OHyX3qh4PmqCjfMgmseIBc-dyYKDTPxJKEfH8m9uAfkyhLOuhg6wv1llsvJaHDkHIOXFa02Bp9MWH3hEjUKdfTa7C_Ob70WEAATKMv3Pkop3lOtIkA/s1600/HappyBirthday62.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNkJk5PRbssP7WxEZBcj17L2uv6OHyX3qh4PmqCjfMgmseIBc-dyYKDTPxJKEfH8m9uAfkyhLOuhg6wv1llsvJaHDkHIOXFa02Bp9MWH3hEjUKdfTa7C_Ob70WEAATKMv3Pkop3lOtIkA/s400/HappyBirthday62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474463647898269122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Today marks the end of the Founder's KMSA birthday season...having celebrated Sir Bowie's surprise 50th last month at our newest Sacred Watering Hole...Legends, Sir Dayvd's this past Friday...where unofficially we believe he celebrated with his good Mates in Liverpool...and today with this errant Knight.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Birth...Life...Death...the triune cycle we are pushed into...screaming naked while our buttocks are being slapped by strangers...holds many adventures, disappointments, lessons learned and lessons given.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHteaPk83sP6QwJ4WXQQQ9b2qZJSDKYGNP5uojIVXab1w417ceYX9RbmzGQLcjnJodTTU3wYM6vRZt1qJE-FAYgiFSDfZiSaoX0aHJwuBEJpG7Glw8_yIRAld8ZTog-szsk7-QyLwoR3r/s400/woman_giving_birth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474463643097829986" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I've often wondered what it would be like to actually remember the traumatic journey through the birth canal into this strange new world? I have heard of those who claim to do so. I guess it's possible?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">On this day, my birthday, I seem to focus more on my mother's life and death, than my own day of birth. Today I turn 53...and I have lived 11 years longer than my mother did. See seemed so old and wise when she was 42 and I just 17. Now I realize how much life she missed and how hard it most of been to give up the ghost at such a young age.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So today, the best birthday present you could give, is to love your mother...if you're lucky enough to still have one. And if not, remember and cherish the woman who carried you inside her for 9 months (hopefully) and launched you towards your destiny!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Hook the Life Cyclist of Warrick</span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-77606962971031120352010-05-20T05:55:00.000-05:002010-05-20T05:55:00.477-05:00Do Your Work & Step Back<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">From Zen Habits: The Tao of Productivity</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34WAmEun9DZluw9dpkwYLrqYG0SG3tmoGdHH0a_eN6n7lrha-6tyCcMgj16HFoWtgW6VrLGxpAsi9HpqL6W1ieHESaGSivwlDaC6IFq5tdVXTj0P_XGH4FDHQNorQN8ZrnWEjJ8QH0M0R/s1600/3-bowl-spilling-350.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34WAmEun9DZluw9dpkwYLrqYG0SG3tmoGdHH0a_eN6n7lrha-6tyCcMgj16HFoWtgW6VrLGxpAsi9HpqL6W1ieHESaGSivwlDaC6IFq5tdVXTj0P_XGH4FDHQNorQN8ZrnWEjJ8QH0M0R/s400/3-bowl-spilling-350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194812612820402" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fill your bowl to the brim.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and it will spill.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjvZslolmXLZYGcqn6tUHcoznj8XmgttSL_H489mtcqdlhqOLhSlLzUydO4Y-8vsGEbeheF22XrNqig0G-I3RuIMoci6bQr04JcuBwvDLYV2RhSeIfpFWp1SVXVhhSUVy1J_hSGOaCYCT/s1600/knife-skills-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjvZslolmXLZYGcqn6tUHcoznj8XmgttSL_H489mtcqdlhqOLhSlLzUydO4Y-8vsGEbeheF22XrNqig0G-I3RuIMoci6bQr04JcuBwvDLYV2RhSeIfpFWp1SVXVhhSUVy1J_hSGOaCYCT/s400/knife-skills-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194811451439618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Keep sharpening your knife.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and it will go blunt.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDr9OLE6z2YGL1yKMaYN7ESvGYNY1z_cJIV_SMN-Bp-RCPzWAmqogokG5nFdiUC1BBSAc_QomBpyS0O2GNUhcCUyqz-rNX_jdQB7z4D3Pr2kKKBFgqqg61c4ybYbX2pjpYL_JrVQphMZVp/s1600/money-heart.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDr9OLE6z2YGL1yKMaYN7ESvGYNY1z_cJIV_SMN-Bp-RCPzWAmqogokG5nFdiUC1BBSAc_QomBpyS0O2GNUhcCUyqz-rNX_jdQB7z4D3Pr2kKKBFgqqg61c4ybYbX2pjpYL_JrVQphMZVp/s400/money-heart.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194800532825970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chase after money and security.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and your heart will never unclench.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgvf6nDCzXuLHEtEZQiOnLjmgMmUFXIK-r-_KMFkqle_7zmVInZMO305G3Ar7tYj6Vs1wFDHQKudKKI0vkPfM64qu-VmldDmANRyjQvIvJGBEMkwqyJJxAfKhCIG-MkQbBxIsJ5co_zKd/s1600/BibleinJail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgvf6nDCzXuLHEtEZQiOnLjmgMmUFXIK-r-_KMFkqle_7zmVInZMO305G3Ar7tYj6Vs1wFDHQKudKKI0vkPfM64qu-VmldDmANRyjQvIvJGBEMkwqyJJxAfKhCIG-MkQbBxIsJ5co_zKd/s400/BibleinJail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194799433120034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Care about people's approval.....</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and you will be their prisoner.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_Eo8dePyU9fkW0TlzGzWPkqtuWTGRbjKoXjPAP3rOF05FZtXdadGqeTX6z5g7QJTAb3EvKcLK5uagH5v0dn1cfbuPpRR44os5UQXpdQxztddxl5Fd3raUsOjx21yshC98-5M9wIzCNaS/s1600/doodle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_Eo8dePyU9fkW0TlzGzWPkqtuWTGRbjKoXjPAP3rOF05FZtXdadGqeTX6z5g7QJTAb3EvKcLK5uagH5v0dn1cfbuPpRR44os5UQXpdQxztddxl5Fd3raUsOjx21yshC98-5M9wIzCNaS/s400/doodle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473194790361983442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do your work, then step back.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The only path to serenity.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sir Hook Who's Still Practicing of Warrick</span></span></div></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-8563283271149876902010-05-19T09:08:00.004-05:002010-05-19T09:20:59.396-05:00Another Long Lost Relative?<div><div>Yesterday's post on the old Kuhn Brewery in St. Louis led Sir Dayvd to send me a link to another possible long lost Kuhn relative: Dieter Kuhn, Brewmaster.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472983643400701602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHk5avvI5Zi-fvySaLIQH8U560DDoQM8kHsBJ4BbHGVcOWgOrX1i1bm-yH6lDotDU2FJ8wBxjYbMLyRhmpSvA98ZKzfMDJYktU20MXCh0geuOnVF3Dpe_LmE16fZgCM_ESuGN2L6af-D8i/s400/home_dieter.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>In a microbrewery in downtown Sylva, NC, German-born brewermaster Dieter Kuhn and his wife Sheryl Rudd are creating light and refreshing German beer made with wholesome grains, fresh hops & no preservatives. All beers are keg conditioned and non-filtered, making them smooth and lighter in body. </em></div><div><em></em> </div><em></em><br /><em><div>We specialize in altbeer — the style brewed in the warmer regions of Germany since the early days of brewing. ‘Alt,’ the German word for ‘old,’ is a synonym for the traditional, old way of brewing dark, top-fermented beer.<br /></em></div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472983635220762482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEga7zu5jBYUJWPor3mcY47wARAszlMGnP5rFsyZLDHXuVM-pQkuOY49s_CoFt3twnlbIhFpl-6ZXt69p46n6OS0n2B08MQkChxtZCwQUbyD4pOFHs6W6LQcLjMvANMcoJB0mzbiV3CtGV/s400/gnome_center-.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I love this image from their website:<br /><div></div><br /><div>What's a Heinzelmännchen?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Heinzelmännchen are gnome-like creatures found in the Black Forest of Germany. They are rarely seen, however always helpful to creatures and people alike. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472984553602061650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrl3RIiSA7rFne2loNS4XoTo5GQ6SNslChFWOPaFpFiolGVAEzwU_7WUoBEfY3-ztkORJehTxxgwcMk7S0-lZiXvPxCTEtfmvZA9ZtYUSuC0h6lHVuvToVisShhNn6zCv_JI4efdiyezOk/s400/gnomes.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><em>According to German folklore, the Heinzelmännchen visit proprietors during the night to assist with chores, so when the proprietor awakes he has more time to give back to his community. They have been celebrated in poem and song for their cheerful and helpful attitude.<br />At the Brewery, they keep a watchful eye on the beer at night and take care of any unfinished jobs so Dieter and Sheryl can concentrate on brewing the best beer, keeping their customers happy, and helping their neighbors.</em> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.yourgnometownbrewery.com/">http://www.yourgnometownbrewery.com</a></div><div> </div><div><br />Sir Bowie "already trying to get the Kuhn name discount" of Greenbrair</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Sir Bowie "hoping there is a free beer for Kuhn sir name" of Greenbrair</div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-28876717013959119252010-05-18T21:48:00.003-05:002010-05-18T21:55:27.188-05:00Newburgh Wine Fest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GCKv-i6m11ABD-i1HNsNZlz8AUlok6fV2effFJ997-3aY6BIO8lmf0hlhb5IXLRp4zIAJLdCnnbSIDGs7ZY0Z0GBPaLXEUsru4ZR_avjVd6dUA03Pdnhx3dWqDsigCHEqCmYJUHhj2J9/s1600/wine+glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GCKv-i6m11ABD-i1HNsNZlz8AUlok6fV2effFJ997-3aY6BIO8lmf0hlhb5IXLRp4zIAJLdCnnbSIDGs7ZY0Z0GBPaLXEUsru4ZR_avjVd6dUA03Pdnhx3dWqDsigCHEqCmYJUHhj2J9/s400/wine+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472808128214461650" border="0" />Putting down my glass to take this</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sir Bowie of Greenbriar, Sir William of Kegglers,<br />Sir Cock of the Walk, Lady Melinda of Burgh<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMojIRmuo-6T9jES2vLh-7D0vtboXu0e2TecDX1G2bP58ilxOmrHyLdzZDYfeRNnoP5jqrIT_67o5loxXTrPdN14ZDejUg00QCruD_uj9LIuW6rFGXQGDSHU7Yg6dMNDnWRcfyuyoPXBg/s1600/wine+fest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMojIRmuo-6T9jES2vLh-7D0vtboXu0e2TecDX1G2bP58ilxOmrHyLdzZDYfeRNnoP5jqrIT_67o5loxXTrPdN14ZDejUg00QCruD_uj9LIuW6rFGXQGDSHU7Yg6dMNDnWRcfyuyoPXBg/s400/wine+fest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472808125847100418" border="0" /></a><br />A good time had by all!<br /><br />warm up for Illinois Wine Trip in June~Lady Suzanne of Greenbriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715427827385897484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-68243273344504400502010-05-18T11:37:00.006-05:002010-05-18T13:17:37.986-05:00Kuhn BreweryLast night I started watching a very well produced series on History Channel, <em>America, The Story of Us!</em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653592767122130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZ_opYoCmPaTgRQsQBzHqcMufhhQabyoJVYosJYCIqsyCkgOkOq2ToxQLt4o2W79CWPnNayR5sxoyoQZudLbL7Q038QjyxhN1xdVdFHwfB3MaEiLmVbU_piV63cGUNKMjbFmlr8wvJ9DA/s400/americathestoryofus.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I was disappointed that there was no mention of beer in the the first 150 years. Tobacco, yes. Beer, NO!</div><br />So, I did a quick search on the history of Beer in the U.S. Here are a few notes on the early years:<br /><br /><div></div><div>1587<br />Virginia colonists brew ale using corn.<br /></div><br />1607<br /><div>First shipment of beer arrives in the Virginia colony from England.<br /></div><br />1609<br /><div>American "Help Wanted" advertisements appear in London seeking brewers for the Virginia Colony.<br /></div><br />1612<br /><div>Adrian Block & Hans Christiansen establish the first known brewery in the New World on the southern tip of New Amsterdam (Manhattan).<br /></div><br />1614<br /><div>The first non-native American is born in New Amsterdam, (perhaps the first non-native American male born in the New World) in Block & Christiansen's brewhouse. Jean Vigne grows up to become the first brewer born in the New World.<br /></div><br />1620<br /><div>Pilgrims arrive in Plymouth in the Colony of Massachusetts aboard the Mayflower. Beer is extremely short on board ship and the seamen force the passengers ashore to ensure that they will have sufficient beer for their return trip to England.</div><br />A more complete list can be found at<br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.beerhistory.com/library/holdings/chronology.shtml">http://www.beerhistory.com/library/holdings/chronology.shtml</a></div><br /><div>I know that some of my long lost Kuhn relatives were vintners; It's more than possible that a few were brewers.</div><br />Here is a news article I once ran across from St. Louis, 1883:<br /><br />FAILURES IN BUSINESS; A ST. LOUIS BREWERY FIRM'S DIFFICULTIES.CALL FOR A MEETING OF THE CREDITORS OF THE ANTHONY & KUHN COMPANY--FAILURES ELSEWHERE.<br /><div><br />September 20, 1883, Wednesday<br /><br />ST. LOUIS, Sept. 19.--A rumor, which was soon substantiated, gained ground on 'Change this morning that the Anthony Kuhn Brewery Company, a concern recently incorporated by Henry Anthony and Francis Kuhn, of the firm of Anthony Kuhn, and Austin Voght, had succumbed to financial embarrassment.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472653598084740402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOOExQFadYhecAkLZiWNNmtZZzj6BmXVEiSn-rgn5eSNeaC8pXDdQ7K69iPLEUeaRlluondnN-u2kLjZC5JFlowXxUM4tYe89qz2bUV7WJCzWlcwJCtQTrsVH9ozcPC5_NRLgsDjCCuI2/s400/4484517436_72478b70ec_o.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br />I guess it survived that battle, but I've read that in 1922 Anthony & Kuhn Brewery of St. Louis was sold to a laundry (clothes washed in beer?).<br /><br /><br /><div>Just some odd ramblings for today.</div><br /><br /><div>Sir Bowie "Kuhn" of Greenbriar</div><br /><div></div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-52071311556543328092010-05-17T13:57:00.004-05:002010-05-17T14:19:25.094-05:00The Transformed Man!Lady Suzanne and I met up with a few Knights (Lady Melinda of Burg of New, Sir Cock of the Walk, and Sir William of Keglers) the other night at the Newburgh, Indiana Wine, Art and Jazz Festival on the banks of the Ohio River (hopefully, someone with a camera will post some photos -- hint, hint!).<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472320193889680562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kAVS2u8mQ8-Eex5EG00OsSorXCONYDx27u2W8pD02XPH0DuSCMJGffHajQBPR6_SecMOBunpcjqQJZIJBQ18vQ5TbABHhau40Srm8LqRYu9FFrM3vAfkZB_FVGfnhCz66riM5TpOUEvM/s400/wine.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Participating vintners – Best Vineyards, Blue Heron, Buck Creek Winery, Carousel Winery, Easley Winery, French Lick Winery, Indian Creek Winery, Oliver Winery, Scout Mountain Winery, Turtle Run Winery, Windy Knoll Winery, and Winzerwald Winery.<br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>After sipping around the vintners, we went back to Sir Cock of the Walk's house for a nightcap. There, he gave me one of the most unique gifts I have ever received: A copy of </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472317370923494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLXvnkzx13aEZHYX2cI746hMFUQZQ-wsNis-1E7IhcVIc1c5yA4kQV9KfvOFX0gh1P-FXwwAxB3oHmLbPfVg4zlMVqMnKSpKcZ6UshbbSyH_LqsO7sTnrPPfgg6Xo6wgWgpZk0tt8RExK/s400/album-the-transformed-man.jpg" border="0" />originally released in 1968 -- includes:<br /><br /><div></div><br /><p>1. King Henry The Fifth / Elegy For The Brave</p><br /><p>2. Theme From Cyrano / Mr. Tambourine Man</p><br /><p>3. Hamlet / It Was A Very Good Year</p><br /><p>4. Romeo And Juliet / How Insensitive (Insensatez)</p><br /><p>5. Spleen / Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds6. The Transformed Man<br /></p><br /><p>I did a quick search to see if I could find anything at all on this (guessing that there would be little or no information available). Now, I appear to have been lost in space on my own trek, because this seems to have a very large, world-wide cult following.</p><br /><p>So, I present, without further ado, one of my favorite cuts off the album: William Shatner Captain Kirk of Star Trek, The Transformed Man, singing <em>Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds</em>.</p><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB3uVARNhmM&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AB3uVARNhmM&feature=related</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Are you a Transformed Man or Woman?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Sir Bowie "Beam me up -- beam me to any planet where you can't hear this" of Greenbriar</div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-50038862872910236722010-05-16T13:49:00.017-05:002010-05-16T14:53:02.508-05:00Lost in France<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1Y07hZkyOFNmjCVEfSjTviLgkv8PnG8k4ZenwMhfYvkj-1HBqaXs-XkKmsf2wm1oqgFFMiQlNMoc7z2Sy2P3xvwtPMWZ5ea37T-DrVGN86curGPoxYxnZbNs6_y9gXPb4e7Zv1xz1KfE/s1600/DSCN9359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1Y07hZkyOFNmjCVEfSjTviLgkv8PnG8k4ZenwMhfYvkj-1HBqaXs-XkKmsf2wm1oqgFFMiQlNMoc7z2Sy2P3xvwtPMWZ5ea37T-DrVGN86curGPoxYxnZbNs6_y9gXPb4e7Zv1xz1KfE/s400/DSCN9359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944516789190866" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its been a while coming...but I've grabbed an hour this Sunday to unload my poor camera of the weekly catalogue of historical trips it gets dragged on, and certainly one of the ongoing instalments bears grouping together and posting on what is a Knightly blog.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its probably been mentioned before, but my involvement with the KMSA...arose when I bumped into Hook on one of my many scooches across the pond, and because he and Bowie were after an amourial for their idea of a Knights blog site...and that among the many projects I juggle daily is my in-depth study of 12th to 15th Century Illuminated manuscripts and replication of historical design...then, the heraldry crest for the KMSA was the result.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One of my pet projects of this era, is the little known life of Chretien de Troyes, a 12 Century french trouvere, a word troubadour, who in hindsight could be called the godfather of the eventual novel form, though this wasn't what he set out to do.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chr%C3%A9tien_de_Troyes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chr%C3%A9tien_de_Troyes</span></span></a></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Much of what De Troyes put down, was eventually incorporated into Sir Thomas Malory's " Morte D'Arthur" and the Knights of the Holy Grail, 300 years later, including Lancelot, Galahad, and Gwain the Green Knight, and indeed, uncomfortable as it may be to Brits ...much of the whole Gothic medieval culture, architecture and pageantry that is associated with our image, actually came North from the lowlands of France during that time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Even though i've been lucky enough to have been able to study some of his manuscripts for real, most recently in the Morgan Library on Madison and 36th in New York.........</span></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuu3EtLhtT3ax7B688H8VOuuzOvn16rTbjxhfB3Z82i_62cEqX9VhkGVcoXy-cqL_EUF9TQ1yd9oPJ5F2bho78awMbodje-FL8GDuiMoF_Na2kqj4ojAeigZ85DIOXzE99ovuRZiXZTR7/s1600/ab%2520a%2520Ch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuu3EtLhtT3ax7B688H8VOuuzOvn16rTbjxhfB3Z82i_62cEqX9VhkGVcoXy-cqL_EUF9TQ1yd9oPJ5F2bho78awMbodje-FL8GDuiMoF_Na2kqj4ojAeigZ85DIOXzE99ovuRZiXZTR7/s400/ab%2520a%2520Ch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944371335243906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..........I always look forward to continuing the regular field research trips to France that we embark on, as, much of the culture, attitudes and indeed buildings still survive in the Northern Cape. After another week there I can safely say its the land that time forgot, where you can at last bring alive much of what you study in the old documents.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I haven't got room for every photograph here...but setting off, on mountain bikes, from a first base in Ambrieres les Vallees in Mayenne,</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVJ4lPdDx5jWihWSufYLhokH9N4x_P-AdcXOR-zaeLSpaTvT7itLQR7vqXtKgEq7M1KDHCMbuJMs8plJEumzPtjPgK9ihEu-asr928Ueh73VelMhpbAnn3RhwN5b_xzVJhJBZcOvbSIgL/s1600/DSCN9404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVJ4lPdDx5jWihWSufYLhokH9N4x_P-AdcXOR-zaeLSpaTvT7itLQR7vqXtKgEq7M1KDHCMbuJMs8plJEumzPtjPgK9ihEu-asr928Ueh73VelMhpbAnn3RhwN5b_xzVJhJBZcOvbSIgL/s400/DSCN9404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944368784748722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.................we headed north passed Lassey les Chateaux, a castle we have visited many times, (and appears in the picture with me in, at the foot of every months KMSA blog) and we stopped and took a shot of it, bathing in the hot sun by its lake (see pic at top of this blog).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Outside that village is the ruins of another notable Castle (chateaux des Bois Thibault....</span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Castle of Thibault Woods</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.)</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6Glu-9AB5a1h52LYU5rpaE2MdB9XzBdCex-D9G5uQW9KlNEfHuXewWfSeOXEb4-qpSpCjeTHoxpR1QGonewuwpFwwkWJfMZk-8V12Jc0sUrLHon3KCINE4jGs1pibSEfZo_fgLyc1RUD/s1600/Lassey%25203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6Glu-9AB5a1h52LYU5rpaE2MdB9XzBdCex-D9G5uQW9KlNEfHuXewWfSeOXEb4-qpSpCjeTHoxpR1QGonewuwpFwwkWJfMZk-8V12Jc0sUrLHon3KCINE4jGs1pibSEfZo_fgLyc1RUD/s400/Lassey%25203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944366717795714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...showing that castles that gradually got left outside a growing community withered over the long centuries, and got left silent to the crows and rabbits and became a source of stone.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Many tough miles north, is the medieval hillside town of Domfront, high on its limestone crags in Basse-Normand. This is deep rural France, on an ancient route between Paris and Brittany, where everyone speaks just French, even though they might know some English.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Despite its completly ruined castle, and a massive Byzantine Bascilica, which is undergoing restoration, Domfront is still a mass of ancient buildings that makes Oxford look like Manhatten. After such a hot ride in the sun, naturally a Knight's thoughts turn to beers...and the Bar au Normand, opposite the Basilica, gave us the first of many re-hydrating stops.... </span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQELLAnajJY9_vMJizxwsRttOd95-XGv7MYUPNoSqARKMWCuTtNTzJ1INs6XRpqx14L8BP3WzsBwaZSloCq1H8eowHgdnuewCXU4QFHCzmlaCGPW-B3BmSVst96UKFTGXEfyLFtUIJj7m/s400/DSCN9369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944348153522130" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKbYIGm8p5RvE7BplYGFZTD0FExnJwStx9fvZyzal1RazJ_XlUPvP24VwB9cNP7jG9e4ZnzXTlvdaVYZXVmjuz7behdMGWO_cHJVzEZVuQuYOXvAatIcy-KIi7o7WSoVNrUooaaswAT9o/s400/ab%2520pel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943607220072402" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.............this one, being one of them there dark Lagers called Pelforth Brune, which had a heck of a kick, which we were to revisit later that evening. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After checking out the cool of the archive library, we made our way along the tiny streets, beneath the sound of bells of the new church, and found, in an original medieval house-shop, what was to me the find of the trip, that of an Artelier (craftsman) called Michael Vyse, who sat contentedly in his shop painting and carving from wood, in real time, the most fabulous illuminated paintings and relief carvings, that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Even his door "Open" sign was a handpainted masterpiece.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrl4pMLfCri8-8bc5qYLwN9N_fo8XaM-yAA-GUz-xto-bXaBrzYHOZ5bT2M63EqoGgyGjoT3Yvwq-Q1bubngDn3-VG4zVgz0NUWDP06N8lEq6ewUmyBzcIFRUVp1BgfKzTLqBqcr-oaM4G/s400/DSCN9371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943598923712898" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We talked to him for a couple of hours and he showed us his studios and all his works, and I picked out one mildly expensive piece he is going to finish for me over the next few months and I will pick up, on another visit.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsdYsMkwXf3pQS7W4QQ87TkEOGNkgi8vDbDRjcTu0wpZsO0MdUjTFz2D_oqiMEuFor2J-5xVRTzToCjbjOVasQvKgxlAWvXopT5gG2wyw6zUG3Hwc1cDaGEejeVyU2h5Y0kIu9nrsPJ-N/s400/DSCN9372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943595709032098" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnUUj8ehDqYd4N4QV6EaRI7K9pd9N8H_HuWa8g7mTX_w-GYJbn0d7EvBVmdaqfFSQMFLh9Mx5AcQ6Zt32dpPGO_wNlReMhlyQM_VZ9b-WyHB80YUZM6EcQEIM9NpG4MWDamoLcuiDzhOF/s400/DSCN9373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943589409811922" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After a good nights rest under oak beamed ceilings, we headed West, with new fresh legs, to take in one revamped medievel castle and two beautiful churches in this heavily Catholic country, at Passais and at Pontmain.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The castle was even more lost in France than we were before, set as it was a couple of miles off even the nearest beaten track.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseyx0kXLL0cU8a_96T8fKVQtNML54F__ynsQtdMUSQ80GD_f5sCp2smSJPKDkbsVPVWJfy87E2VQNCZ6kKVLvQfxCbdYzAqm92wBdaEr42mmnp5DI_OueAWIcpToel6x3ZuDEC8d_VIid/s400/DSCN9379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943578989640098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The standard broad turrets of Manoir de la Saucerie had had a 16th Century makeover to them, that even Baron Munchausen would be proud of, and while in typical French style it was completely deserted, all around was evidence that workmen were making new the roof tiles, so that the interior can be brought back to life, i'd say sometime in the next four hundred years.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The interiors of the catholic churches of this region are something to behold. At Passais au Mantilly, a frieze including many worshipful Knights runs round the whole apse as if queuing up to see the Virgin Mary high above the altar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NjD7fyPXbi4n7CBZiwDVU4T_f97o03eSt0rM9kuf9kGRzO4hXiFsevIpMdO9ecCuP6QfpSUZ5ctxmJfhsYd9J97CDH34p5YSBczvoYpToL7Rq23vYNHuFzLdbF5AXK80nt6Jcbl4Zk28/s400/DSCN9386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943047069792306" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">..........<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and if the colors of that building weren't overwhelming enough, our next halt at the magnificent catherdral built in the small village of Pontmain, to commemorate the remarkbable Vision Of Mary, by four children during the Prussian war of 1871.............</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(a long involved tale that is worth reading) </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Pontmain"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Pontmain</span></span></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">................ is like being immersed in an underwater kalidascope of fragmented blurred color, the like of which stays with you forever.</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOl1mlMVpT5LlWJ7lWK2ijC-Tmxe-Mm9ro0-e7OZxiDid0axTz89Z9WDKhAz-a7NQa2mN33q0DFYs0cCyQp12Yb_QbzMCz34phpR4H_2ZvNXx77JJMzgarDoSRQdU9ZLSrJJASX6i7GJTg/s400/DSCN9394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943041099854786" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hrfRp0DQ9XSJ-Uik3Yi0pco6lH3GDxw_ElxwwP98JCOWSJM1qCR-1Y6Dyqc5mo15XDOfw1-r7-gq3ZOP0YFTTsDLEgs00fkXr5r-xLG9rEFdshjqEJS9nIbjXy_uV0G8hHLmprZ7d5KC/s400/DSCN9400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943036918617458" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIv8x2oowgI2DjKZrupwt0BSljIwDVVcrRF_Rw9JICyxYYEOI4avyLo3UxdSQTijMxUSf2RvYTuTCIROHGdC1POlbJ1MoUsz-Loxb9-PD5qiYPQ2_KAMtYChttxN2Etn57A88x01wzAfg/s400/lassey%25204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471944352389681842" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And so like the Knights in search of the Grail...the research and the travels continue, fortified by passion, beer, food and love, we sit on the stern of the cross channel ferry watching our wake, until our return.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjjSGoZpALIRncHbWEsOSpp4210PRsoS2LTRKdCTiAcwfbnxAnL9XLd6OHTTct5Ho30f7wXwshd0PP7dIIg9CxeOCrYBmGrFQ7cAeespmUpjtnnE9u1o7HJ9nMF5CrDP-l_PlfZ6hbY6B/s1600/DSCN9414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjjSGoZpALIRncHbWEsOSpp4210PRsoS2LTRKdCTiAcwfbnxAnL9XLd6OHTTct5Ho30f7wXwshd0PP7dIIg9CxeOCrYBmGrFQ7cAeespmUpjtnnE9u1o7HJ9nMF5CrDP-l_PlfZ6hbY6B/s400/DSCN9414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471943028284016802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sir Dayvd de Oxford</span></span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-28460842117230848312010-05-14T07:33:00.006-05:002010-05-14T07:54:13.354-05:00Celtic Stout<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In keeping with Sir Bowie's theme of beers with Bar B Q...well in this case with FREE pizza for my upcoming birthday...at our Sacred Watering Hole #1...Old Chicago...I give you Celtic Stout!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-o4XEv6Pd9TG5G7K3E1bywBlja3DBwZBB4IRejqvfok9nuUKDpvpSkQIBkxsQllfF9C0p-JPqczgerKjWjl2dyGlRs3GRFwAzz4-fkv-zHeK4B5xtqey4oPIAMT5fp1eMlPSz5Kea3CU8/s400/IMG_0322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107672786697810" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the words "Celtic Stout" float out of ones mouth, one would automatically associated it with "Guinness", or perhaps for the truly informed and adventurous, "Murphey's Stout". Neigh I say! We're talking one that is so below the radar screen (well at least in the States) that it defies description. In fact, this is one brew where Scarlet would make you "Frankly give a damn!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYTl4akiezwIEFzgCCZE89k9NurVsoFgz2iAe0fU1yYwAVF-teKLIQRBqF0A_2AdfQ2T4HOxBHu1jRfE59Nxtir3nwkeEFJfEdGLvNJwLRSvfkFgaInwsgWUiJAX1isci_BdG1mauDIKd/s400/Screen+shot+2010-05-14+at+7.25.02+AM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107675647535858" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O'Hara's Celtic Stout, is brewed by an independent brewery in Ireland, Carlow Brewing Company. Dark as Shaft, Heady as Guinness, Smooth as your first teenage date on the vinyl back seat of a 57 Chevy...O'Hara's Celtic Stout is one excellent beer experience!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Old Chicago some how got their hands on this hard to find gem, with 8 kegs to last until the final drop passes my lips! So, my Knights and Lady's of the Tri-State, make sure to drop in Old Chicago and have them pull you a pint...you'll be glad you did!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq7SQ_zCBPSUHrl8s6Rwso13v5mEnHcZ5bM8p9pZ7NcCaQJcLgiGx5gtF72c99VnIzTiTPkOEVhatDUnPa1LcQOzIPc0s2emgSkcZbohzs3MCfpgQt8UDiL06kXwghVypSZ-_K4nz4hmZ/s400/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107663233023442" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Enjoying my birthday pizza with me, was my son...and newest member of the World Beer Tour, Sir Ryan of Warrick. He only has 357 more beers to catch up with me, a proud member of the Wall of Foam three times running!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Even though he is Celtic by his mother's blood, he still went with a Samuel Adams Summer Ale. At least it wasn't a Bud Lite! That's my boy!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sir Hook the Celtic (By Marriage) Stout of Warrick</span></span></div></div></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-27817491554846123252010-05-13T08:12:00.009-05:002010-05-13T14:06:22.844-05:00Hog Heaven II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfUpPNP50Ul4lMa2AlJGSkebFZJZB4zHXZTJUa35xrSTnFDDKamTKnJqNwO0SCD-yY88YJdAWWxAfZ-YDmDfhgpRNabHDvnj8JHB0bfGQp8RLJC2e5m_vnwV8vVUTFLk_k8kmWcXT9NwU/s1600/elvin+Biship+Hog+Heaven.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746982961557666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfUpPNP50Ul4lMa2AlJGSkebFZJZB4zHXZTJUa35xrSTnFDDKamTKnJqNwO0SCD-yY88YJdAWWxAfZ-YDmDfhgpRNabHDvnj8JHB0bfGQp8RLJC2e5m_vnwV8vVUTFLk_k8kmWcXT9NwU/s400/elvin+Biship+Hog+Heaven.jpg" border="0" /></a>No, not an Elvin Bishop album!<br /><br />The Owensboro, Kentucky International Bar-B-Q Fest<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470747280013769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5mhJec_g1yDRTZefBLrP5rtlBvtNePQBk7UEuwDNuRIfbstTX4MhIkWu4hYrR_Zc_tcBN8OUbTp6yjrFBczrXEJeO_v1Rh37yKAU6Hel6BZlqkPHe08RyTzxmFkrcXya95upmdb7e0gj/s400/hog+ts.jpg" border="0" /><br />(Above image from festival and used for shock value only)<br /><br /><div><br /><div>Seems that we're always in search of the BEST beer to drink...<br /><br /></div><div>but what about the worst? </div><div><br /></div><div>I recently read an article that stated, "According to a survey of over 2,000 people in 80 countries, the United States is number one....in the production of horrible beer."<br /><br />China is right at our heels in second place.<br /><br /><br />Below is a list of worst beers in the world as rated by the thousands of beer enthusiasts at RateBeer.com. Dare to try them? </div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Now, before you read the list, I have to tell you this. This past weekend Lady Suzanne and I went to Owensboro, Kentucky to visit her mom and attend the International Bar-B-Q Festival.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Afterwards, Sir Lance, his son Sir Brian-still-yet-to-pick-his-official-name, and I went to a local package store to pick up a few beers for the inaugural "Let's get together and sample beers in Betty's garage while we wait for the bar-b-q to be served."</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>On the top shelf of the first beer cooler were the first four of these five beers:</div><div><br /></div><div>1 Olde English 800 3.2 Miller Brewing Company (MillerCoors) 0.97 50 Malt Liquor </div><div>2 Natural Ice Anheuser-Busch InBev 1.02 703 Malt Liquor </div><div>3 Natural Light Anheuser-Busch InBev 1.03 999 Pale Lager </div><div>4 Milwaukees Best Miller Brewing Company (MillerCoors) 1.05 741 Pale Lager </div><div>5 Michelob Ultra Anheuser-Busch InBev 1.05 984 Pale Lager<br /><br />I read this list and was SHOCKED!<br /><br />Why? I'm proud (or ashamed) to say, that I've had all of 5 of them at one time or another.<br /><br />For a complete list you may visit our friends at: <a href="http://www.ratebeer.com/ratings/theworstbeers.asp" target="1">http://www.ratebeer.com/ratings/theworstbeers.asp</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sir Lance, Sir Brian, and I opted to try a few other beers including a couple that Sir Lance had brought up from Sweetwater Brewing Company in Georgia.</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470747708442456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIf_aAnTwEM5R5_e5cD4C8vw0qbNj9qtwrhMgwtCWmRZGH7F0wrrMuPqCTGUsA0LfoSu6GMQ3oQ0BOA63CJ3c2-SHZiSxpQ2zPRVLQQ5lfReA8mjY3clAMb7JtcIPc7bc4g2l6nP2NaXl1/s400/sweetwater.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Sweetwater's slogan (a fishing theme): Don't Float the Mainstream!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.sweetwaterbrew.com/">http://www.sweetwaterbrew.com/</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746991039648290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU83x3WL7qUrR8UJmXKnUJmcqDO_4cmnu4FK__AZ6TPuEQCow9QWHV4bllIgJLnsBOaQ46F9y-4TVTeFJ8gUyc-aU47-wL9DOf7JGXc4Z9zmi8m7ODHD5xpura89AgbmyHPmm8CFw_Gflj/s400/sir+brian.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>We did pick up one beer (on Brian's suggestion of, "This is so bad you've got to try it!"): Steel Reserve. It was awful.</div></div><div></div><div><br /><div>I'm skipping around here, but I would have to say that the worst beer (other than ones with a surprise of an extinguished cigarette butt in it) would have to be:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746976060003122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaJTJGiH3v8s2o_VkpIYYtg3fnWpbuut9lzqt21jKKJDmLpT5MbgyAG7SEKwlH-aBu2qoJUAUgxNeUtWTdHXX5y23fEHVn2IC1IV5OKUhhGv39MQLu0KxtghgufNb5I7nDcaD9MO28Pt8/s400/hop+gator.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hop n Gator (which I "enjoyed" when I was 13 or 14).<br />Brewed by Iron City Brewing Style: Fruit Beer Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania USA<br />It was some sort of "Citrus malt beverage" that made me gag!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470746996466489858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTb1DfuQX9L7MVy0r-RfQuvHlCD4dOLa0Npa7BIAuyT_HlCOwdj2BKRXzrkyXo48kGO6oI55L912lD6isUBNX1wKsI-iVzKoSSZCQpZEcKNFpd3xOL1LRni6c0pEY_zrqpDSmhWLsFZcXK/s400/Sir+Lance.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>This year's winner of our Inaugural "Bar-B-Q Festival Taste 'em If You Got 'em in Betty's Garage" tasting: Rogue's Dead Guy Ale, a German-style Maibock</div><br /><div><br />Sir Bowie "already thinking a next year" of Greenbriar</div></div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-58479036802014327512010-05-12T10:55:00.003-05:002010-05-12T13:13:01.284-05:00The Eagle has landed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQHGkQwEeTDuInPFLoouEtzizIKzdmGEqEJZrIS4KRC60Jc4skIeyu2AnCniv5eChwcaSkUpqdsiaO38AbXuDFjX3SNHHLuXX-iM-JwRk8lIQlVOq_HqnUTfsc_w34Ofj6D3UVg9Goefz/s1600/eagle+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413032244467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQHGkQwEeTDuInPFLoouEtzizIKzdmGEqEJZrIS4KRC60Jc4skIeyu2AnCniv5eChwcaSkUpqdsiaO38AbXuDFjX3SNHHLuXX-iM-JwRk8lIQlVOq_HqnUTfsc_w34Ofj6D3UVg9Goefz/s400/eagle+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This afternoon...I had to go do a job estimate, a few miles north of where I live, in the village of Cropredy ....and while I was there I thought...after all these years I had never seen the famous Eagle Brass Lectern in the church.....<br /><br />Cropredy Bridge on the River Cherwell was the site of a major battle in 1644 during the English civil war.<br /><br /><a title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cropredy_Bridge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cropredy_Bridge" target="1">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cropredy_Bridge</a><br /><br />King Charles 1st engaged the Parliamentarian army led by Sir William Waller. The battle was a stalemate; the Parliamentarian side suffered heavy casualties but ultimately prevented the King's forces from crossing the bridge.<br /><br />Prior to the battle, some of the church valuables were hidden in the River Cherwell; these included the brass eagle lectern, which was not recovered for fifty years, during which time it was damaged.<br /><br />So I was keen to see this beauty from the deep after all these years too... and it is indeed beautiful, stood serenely in the silent church 366 years on.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413038717216002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdqgH7EN9SOmZEktmIRbS_Jc_KntjYI_AECwrhjTD7aIN7Ss9Q_jkzh4mtY_vqlATAcJ89vjxr3HMNX4Rncm90wS7laPWoH6Cl0xSj-JVd4iFtPeHwfDLTgGBQWkBzRKER6Elphk_8HzR/s400/eagle+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>...............and I looked at the Bible open on it.... and it was set at the Book of Ecclesiastes........ and while I'm not big on doctrine... the Big Book at its best is sometimes good at universal philosophy.......<br /><br />and so as our present Parliamentary forces battles stalemate to take the crown ( breaking news...New PM.....its David Cameron ) I give you our jolly reading for Today;<br /><br />Ecclesiastes 1 : verses 1 ~ 11<br /><br />1 The words of the Teacher,a son of David, king in Jerusalem:<br /><br />2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”<br /><br />3 What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?<br /><br />4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.<br /><br />5 The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises.<br /><br />6 The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.<br /><br />7 All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.<br /><br />8 All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.<br /><br />9 What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.<br /><br />10 Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.<br /><br />11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow.<br /><br />Sir D ( all you need is Love ) of Oxfordshire.</div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-13356346303251706222010-05-11T07:21:00.005-05:002010-05-11T07:53:52.296-05:00Brother Thelonious: The Theory of Jazz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKpnVOO0b0pj4XMXaMePF-W1UB2ZMutpXl2oH0Pd2oSidhvw8eTSYsBMMEyuHUsaB_5wiGu2hQ42Jl5p_iRsq8_-dLPb9NxaV-IhlePPWWzVvueudcfJVTuxrSGsKPGZmJDggBHsyWfme/s1600/blue-ridge-jazz-sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKpnVOO0b0pj4XMXaMePF-W1UB2ZMutpXl2oH0Pd2oSidhvw8eTSYsBMMEyuHUsaB_5wiGu2hQ42Jl5p_iRsq8_-dLPb9NxaV-IhlePPWWzVvueudcfJVTuxrSGsKPGZmJDggBHsyWfme/s400/blue-ridge-jazz-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469994101221944434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; ">I was joking with my physical trainer on Saturday when she was getting on me for making my exercises up. I told her that I was just practicing Jazzercise!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If I could describe my life in musical terms it would be "JAZZ". Improve is the key to jazz, a true American music form, and improve is the key to living a full and meaningful life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The theory of Jazz applies beautifully to the making of beer. Last night I enjoyed the embodiment of a jazz beer, when I poured the 9.4% "Brother Thelonious" Belgian style abbey ale, brewed by the North Coast Brewing Company in northern California. Brother Thelonious is part of their American Artisan Series.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCvrUpMArfWwXF5Dw57nlPOq9r6cRo5pyQYcPP-aXWsF6vRcuvdYI9uqB-99qliCOOImjg-jA308CE1Ncm3cMmnzcF43q94MJtHuTWb74VREL_7VC6kvZn59eaHlwLR8NoUtti8P25x8T/s400/brother-thelonious.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469993067141645362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.northcoastbrewing.com">http://www.northcoastbrewing.com</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt5SZMONAeO0xsVfpbBPbWulubYmj99KqzmOLQcSqFkLaA0lDIJzwz6ZAXhxF79JFdBcoaJ2Xp-JVZmqaBmKjNpzlEC2MKxyeSWdG3ulnuGtMlgPIRPc79Y7BoJuO_zKy-rOnDIzw638N/s400/Brother-Thelonious-med.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469993064139159346" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The brew is dark, strong and innovative, just like its namesake, jazz great and Improve King, Thelonious Monk.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyCuZnT01_Mb9ufNlGjNbsnIW3dxqVrIKksX14NapCqKCA3BF_yOPtNTUDulwrp_RaJpaUFEuC8HjYXqjohXNh8-U6H0RawRPDQKxUstZtPEBPKtSLN5OtP_1q6gWka9iQktwzbXtUHFs/s400/Thelonious_Monk_1967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469993053470024658" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Thelonious Monk, also known as the founding father of "beebop", was a giant in the American jazz music movement, and his improve skills inspired legions of musicians to be truly innovative. To learn more about Thelonious Monk, visit: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thelonious_Monk"> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thelonious_Monk </a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So, today sharpen up your Improve Life Skills and Carpe Diem Vita Brevis, as the slogan on the Brother Thelonious bottle says!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Hook the Improve Monk of Warrick</span><br /><div><br /></div></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-38789073511697107162010-05-10T11:05:00.006-05:002010-05-10T11:37:44.651-05:00Hog Heaven Part 1<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJcxOz-7OjabZeGn4v20ezmB1CexkTwMhMGKOY9KurviV_VjM3pWfueybInMst27eEgcD5r2y-M4OwHuS8cVt4U3R_sFKHHvXDVmqRZIRfZcXnvraKiiiLrg_8DzbgDbljSEvqZOrDaob/s1600/whole+hog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469677246066123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJcxOz-7OjabZeGn4v20ezmB1CexkTwMhMGKOY9KurviV_VjM3pWfueybInMst27eEgcD5r2y-M4OwHuS8cVt4U3R_sFKHHvXDVmqRZIRfZcXnvraKiiiLrg_8DzbgDbljSEvqZOrDaob/s400/whole+hog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Every second weekend in May, Lady Suzanne's and Sir Lance's hometown of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Owensboro</span>, Kentucky "springs to life" with the wonderful smells and sounds of the International Bar-B-Q Festival.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469675158061195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7iISKxgDt2wXu8tYD3ylFTmz4BuhOKi3FQrR8Ghco43cFzyNY-3btVkdIu8ncX8NyYm945MnQrWmJBfNza4OmGEmXXm_qgurOOWERYPapbOVykkZeOMtd-gZBpdBVGcfQmalRzA-SPLh/s400/pits.jpg" border="0" /><br />Hickory-fired smoke blends with the aromas of roasting chicken, mutton, and pork.</div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469675144149883026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimR9P2oFw3ZY-cdzx6wi0pcy-U5YztqY67X7vAVDQz52YopbpmZBAHEbmpFWHjdzZ1tXqVLCNTs-96cY7XiC8knPUgoSB60kcVYjYPShZPC-Xha2vX3doQsOUXY-P3NtkSDTCRGBlt97UO/s400/hot+ts.jpg" border="0" /> About 10 major teams (mostly churches) compete for "the best." Each team cooks around 1,200 lbs. of mutton, 1,000 lbs. of pork, 500 lbs. of chicken, and 300 gallons of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">burgoo</span> -- a sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spicy</span> Bar-B-Q stew with vegetables.</div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469674770924693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yY9G7ASHxucpaLAT3ii77jvLy9lSEiXS214hNo-CR0T7BYLF72vNf0chL58_CbIxKLKJRnw2B7QLZY-nw29zKS3CWIdfLaIlnd-x05u03yP3bnPoHUahjvg0qDXD-BOGpdglqmNPyJDU/s400/burgoo.jpg" border="0" /><br />Combine all that with a festival atmosphere and you've got yourself one must-do Knights event.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It just so happened that this year Lady Lucy, Sir Lance and his son(yet-to-be-officially named Sir Brian of ?), Lance's wife Julie, and daughter Jordon came in to town to celebrate Lady <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Suz's</span> mother's 80<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> birthday.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We were off to the Ohio River riverfront.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469675133178091426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeprwgqoajTZShJbIOHVRW8RUnMDaejiKbTata2uGdn8OAU7WVCQrN8sN2UvLdq9ETsB2jd-oyPF6ShQ9nX5hp04_SXax1cXwSH532en4zPPkGp0GtLgw0iPT33_7CyAO_0WMjVn3JYQo/s400/group.jpg" border="0" /><br />Sir Lance, Lady Suzanne, Lady Lucy, and our newest Knight, Sir ? or ? with a mutton sandwich.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469677237815513682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNeJXjyTjDx1SCE70tlNMFFuqj1dpANian5oSXBXQ8TVrStVscsCRHpic_4b3Z-bQJRpH2e4i7kR39kaiS1XlxBJv1xXjrXe4p8HSycAwCahdBEjUuHfk2RfVN8CaorJZ8dTQRWNB4VPn/s400/precious.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div>One of my favorite names (A Catholic Church) Precious Blood Bar-B-Q.<br /><br /><br /><div>In addition to all the Bar-B-Q smoking, we also enjoyed walking the festival setting and trinket booths which, to my surprise, included a man making cowboy hats out of cardboard beer packaging:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469675138923488466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNX2Zx0-hIcXuyCyjNmTaEzZGrqilgSprVs7tur5A9l3jPIrf8Xv3oVcNJwRCCUGkPwQR6QQcOhWq6LqjuBRdT9141QT7_uQW4KQNnT7NS1dsHTZ73Q9QzL36V58285Yy4J40mL112C2sn/s400/hats.jpg" border="0" />(at $30, these were a little outside my frugal budget).</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Here is a tasting of the sights and sounds at this years <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Owensboro</span>, Kentucky International Bar-B-Q Festival: </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469674753060136402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkcMJnZTsAKJEwg_dzvHw0GmDaKbgxvg0ZdivYjRovpftgiz6wf1-26WFB9AQVMxk1Ijl4UfxIAzqa70qR3NcYDF58sQLwwTzeYbjddsqf_PBJoVso-3_CRiNiy_c18z71NAEr5v_RjRy/s400/beer+gut.jpg" border="0" />This was one of the smaller "backyard" teams. Can you believe it, their Bar-B-Q didn't win any ribbons!<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469674774114541522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyEqmj6t9VoeeTAf4wMKkDWMYbngCwlDc3OFW3KD03PyQKXfkf-yWYXP6jJaOu19Fuo-rp79APtIuBVrnmBtB7qVC5vhKunMcCNyT9zR6Ron2ymHVBbsTjU-nKTvf78IXX7XrJDlRyKgn/s400/elvis.jpg" border="0" />Any U.S. festival wouldn't be complete without an Elvis impersonator. In the background is the famous blue bridge that connects Indiana and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Owensboro</span>, Ky.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469674758426496242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqSpIt4sXC53xztKt-PkAaAbvtEOfzbJbIwXyB01I1NxkH8pWEmPHNVVfmbydfj63WKXtPZBtFq1bPA8NQIFRmZeg-kpZ39p8BX90UJ0-ywM6tiTDtKDlp9UKaPRMGYh2cK_FD3YNPIsq/s400/blue+grass.jpg" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Owensboro</span> is also home of the Bluegrass Music Museum.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469680812166301586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj731qVMoYaneROVLeTbnCOZWzvthFyIum8T1Pvs5XW1KPexbZqK1mVSDgGhEccyHANPI0xo0h4cKU4wP0Xn35JOf2ujr6h9HqjfWOTrkvhUrv71gfiGFlV0anMG_CZoajc4NQrOF9YrpM2/s400/street.jpg" border="0" /><br />The street festival came complete with a booth to "See the Giant Rat Alive -- over 100 lbs" and Giant Snakes. Note the Confederate Flag -- yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Owensboro</span> is in the South.</div><div><br /><div><br />More to follow, including a beer tasting event held in Betty's garage. </div><br /><div><br />Sir Bowie "in Hog Heaven and have the high cholesterol numbers to prove it" of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Greenbriar</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-48143036793630519782010-05-08T12:39:00.005-05:002010-05-08T12:45:50.038-05:00Foaming at the Mouth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpOJkUrqP9zIWVB7bCl4jATM2SdR_mO3rjCSCwhOskLczMZT2NaJ8qivI0warKgzn-rOih5I6E0mrdyqzQiTSliwyNqWRdoDLsDsJGkDm8LUDvv1GUckSHAbAm-qtJ9UuFin9sd5jQqXb/s1600/ab%2520Oxpub.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpOJkUrqP9zIWVB7bCl4jATM2SdR_mO3rjCSCwhOskLczMZT2NaJ8qivI0warKgzn-rOih5I6E0mrdyqzQiTSliwyNqWRdoDLsDsJGkDm8LUDvv1GUckSHAbAm-qtJ9UuFin9sd5jQqXb/s400/ab%2520Oxpub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468955485226754258" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:medium;">Just in case the Colonials across the pond are watching Fox News and thinking that the UK, during and after its General Election, is a seething mass of discontent, disruption, and people taking to the streets all covered in volcanic ash, as its Political elite caught in the headlights of a Hung Parliament are horse trading like Irish tinkers for the privilege of taking the Island down the economic drain, then i hope the above picture that appeared in the press will calm their fears. </span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This is the Fox and Hounds on Christmas Common in my county of Oxfordshire, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.foxandhoundschristmascommon.co.uk/thepub.html">http://www.foxandhoundschristmascommon.co.uk/thepub.html</a>, and helpfully it doubled up as a Polling Station on Election Day. A typical rural haven of tranquility, meaning you can calmly sup a few foaming pints of dark ale, before placing your *X* on the ballot, and wandering back to the bar.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmfOHLmNg1PgEBF0Vk-cmK8OTg3exuuCkojKRvPxtmHZgslKFLXhARsjMwQ_O27lNEIAeozW9WBNzC1Xl8o0Mz7M_eMWAlwxX86Hivb4U096-1Hj4-86RUHy3MiK6erX83MUnRrCDYaAi/s1600/DSCN8947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmfOHLmNg1PgEBF0Vk-cmK8OTg3exuuCkojKRvPxtmHZgslKFLXhARsjMwQ_O27lNEIAeozW9WBNzC1Xl8o0Mz7M_eMWAlwxX86Hivb4U096-1Hj4-86RUHy3MiK6erX83MUnRrCDYaAi/s400/DSCN8947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468955474561871170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:medium;">Unlike the Colonies; with it's 18 months of interminable political grandstanding, Primaries and pointless rallies, the UK has about six weeks of seeing these strange people out in the light of day, lying and keeping the truth from us, while we take no notice, we then vote and leave them to fight like cats in a sack for the best seats in the house, as we go back to making our own lives happy in our own way.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60OrgFqmZbxakYECxF3xe1YAHGmc48cdQslTNId4ee5AGM8sD3-x-EQsLtFC1pIyuKVbCgMGyh2k9-t4WFAg3MNnm22IAEVABX96pdtO5hIaw-p9DFrgLyU1azIpI4jN2FWmPAj0vgNEl/s1600/Zen%2520Knight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60OrgFqmZbxakYECxF3xe1YAHGmc48cdQslTNId4ee5AGM8sD3-x-EQsLtFC1pIyuKVbCgMGyh2k9-t4WFAg3MNnm22IAEVABX96pdtO5hIaw-p9DFrgLyU1azIpI4jN2FWmPAj0vgNEl/s400/Zen%2520Knight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468955468654869378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir D (who's fate is in his own hands.) of Oxfordshire</span></span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-63108267201095309962010-05-07T14:42:00.005-05:002010-05-07T14:56:34.885-05:00evening timesSir Bowie and Sir James and our newest home away from home<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWS7hZ2Nc8o3fW7UZOxIllIZDMScYd51cbTrgXwssJyLSTvT4yR2uwJnbqW6sqDNDGirsGYhu6ccd965EV89ydjHiqkOCrm0BPSCQ_QPRhPlzt_LlGX5AxR3JKfA4jD2b2powbR7eIzbNS/s1600/D&J+tent2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWS7hZ2Nc8o3fW7UZOxIllIZDMScYd51cbTrgXwssJyLSTvT4yR2uwJnbqW6sqDNDGirsGYhu6ccd965EV89ydjHiqkOCrm0BPSCQ_QPRhPlzt_LlGX5AxR3JKfA4jD2b2powbR7eIzbNS/s400/D&J+tent2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468616059745937378" border="0" /></a><br />delicious dinner in the dutch oven<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFepZ3Gw_RIk1n2Ef1Q0q2Q-opi0eIQv2bCiK_MxRUUlScbiPyHkTwT0bNfnOABWSFJJa9L6kMDnyW_hl7t0tiHrW34P_ue8f1l8QEsyGiYG1JWfrtJeywvMM0TNxu32AZoVDYgoCwI_pr/s1600/fire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFepZ3Gw_RIk1n2Ef1Q0q2Q-opi0eIQv2bCiK_MxRUUlScbiPyHkTwT0bNfnOABWSFJJa9L6kMDnyW_hl7t0tiHrW34P_ue8f1l8QEsyGiYG1JWfrtJeywvMM0TNxu32AZoVDYgoCwI_pr/s400/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468616068382843826" border="0" /></a>first night sitting out,<br />last night sleeping out under the stars<br />waking to the birds<br /> and a breakfast of bacon and eggs cooked over the fire<br /><br />a mini-vacation right in our own backyardLady Suzanne of Greenbriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715427827385897484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-23457331939275162742010-05-06T12:23:00.011-05:002010-05-06T13:13:12.941-05:00Beer Trash Talk!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdXcdzzTvrKqMflE-gal3ZOOLsJ_-58txS-0_hQ-NzsMUOhIX2rDlDZcvLvLXdnbQFJmdPWncOyE7VPFplWMHa5FLpxCigCTaq0MvbrRHpkeCqDvJG4-VOh_YrVmvjaO8wtwg5N7qyVOp/s1600/lf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468210656780022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdXcdzzTvrKqMflE-gal3ZOOLsJ_-58txS-0_hQ-NzsMUOhIX2rDlDZcvLvLXdnbQFJmdPWncOyE7VPFplWMHa5FLpxCigCTaq0MvbrRHpkeCqDvJG4-VOh_YrVmvjaO8wtwg5N7qyVOp/s400/lf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5-gSGiffB8iIsGDrabC2pzWp2MuzPslB4hdPLBffA2K62Ijxm0PTB3WVeEq0d8-KS73THMVoexRk-Vqepz0O9Bqm2ZTFPGVQq-mzU8TK2Kztwtt-1WyCiYhuYM5RFJrXkEamdWfLxzkd/s1600/lf.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFxPh_HjSWNNtE94J7MAQMittdxYT3nuwaU8K6Cg5qZkaxf2fvAG-a_vs_RZBJpggNXNe5eayaMgYoYlXMxTgxDUVFh57i_M6ZsK4WtgVrOONr4OuXzBz19b0O_N5qxVuwQLv5hV7OfRa/s1600/beer+cartoon.jpg"></a></div><div>I drive past our local landfill weekly -- sometimes Lady Suzanne and I take sunset rides in my topless M38A1 (Jeep) past the dump. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahhh</span>, the fresh air.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Though I have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">accused</span> of being a dumpster diver (picking through dumpsters to pick out good, reusable stuff, I've actually never gone into our landfill and searched for buried treasure.</div><div></div><div>After reading the following story, I might:</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>According to the USA and AP, Two Columbia sanitation workers apparently couldn't stand by and let beer go down the drain. They recently took dozens of cases of expired brew from the city landfill.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Police and city supervisors are trying to determine whether the salvage was a crime — theft of city property — or just a policy violation. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A Columbia distributor, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scheppers</span> Distributing Co., sent 1,500 cases of expired beer to the landfill on April 1 in two shipments. The first shipment was destroyed immediately, but the second, containing about 700 cases of Budweiser and Michelob Ultra, was not.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Margrace</span> Buckler, the city's human resource director, said two Solid Waste Division workers, who haven't been identified, brought a city pickup to the landfill and hauled off about 50 cases of the beer.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I guess word spread of the acquisition and a week later, city officials reviewed video from the landfill and saw the workers drive away with their haul.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>"It's not unusual for people to want to take some beer, " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Scheppers</span> President Joe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Priesmeyer</span> said. "Every once in a while, we'll have some beer get stolen by overzealous people off of our trucks," he said. "Beer is a popular product." </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sir Bowie "Get your hip waders on Sirs and Ladies, let's go searching for golden treasure!" of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Greenbriar</span><br /></div><div></div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-41561359308090956402010-05-04T08:54:00.003-05:002010-05-06T13:12:53.779-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq6nRi90x0bfNakAwzcnptJAP14YbC389LlDuJLh_3A309slCrnT7v9JliuXvjN9HgRADgEH-g6IL_ezrImFZ8mGSwLB3CwGpovoG8CD6XYPJh7AAi1XRKtog3RIjVAq_BxV-QCsSXq00/s1600/ab%2520a%2520morr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467413423487134050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq6nRi90x0bfNakAwzcnptJAP14YbC389LlDuJLh_3A309slCrnT7v9JliuXvjN9HgRADgEH-g6IL_ezrImFZ8mGSwLB3CwGpovoG8CD6XYPJh7AAi1XRKtog3RIjVAq_BxV-QCsSXq00/s400/ab%252520a%252520morr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Being involved closely with Art, music and bands, as a fan and through work, it never fails to amaze me, how creativity, or indeed sport, can stimulate you to visit countries and districts and towns that under any other circumstances, you'd never think of setting foot in, discovering along the way, different ways of life, and friends, and cultures. A single reason is all we need, to take the first step, towards that end point.</div><br /><div><br />Being a huge Morrissey fan, I was moved, on reading the news report below, and as ever the great man summed it up better than I ever could.<br /><br />-----------oo0oo------------<br />Morrissey has released a statement over the sudden and unexpected death of longtime fan Melinda Hsu, who passed away on April 12. Hsu, a California native, was a frequent presence at Morrissey concerts and a well-known personality on Morrissey fan sites.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Morrissey, who singled Hsu out at many concerts, often handing her the microphone, published a touching tribute to Hsu via the Morrissey zine True to You. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Mel was a smiling face who lent strength to every single concert, even when events were going somewhat pear-shaped," the former Smiths lead singer wrote. "I felt as if I knew Mel because she was always there -- regardless of wherever 'there' happened to be; no snowbound landscape too far, no off-the-beaten track too untrekkable.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Morrissey echoed what many other fellow fans emphasized in their memorials of Hsu. A moderator on the site Morrissey Solo expressed his amazement that she was able to make it to so many far-flung shows: "I remember Melinda for her dedication ... so many times I would hear her report on a Morrissey show and think, 'How in the world did she make it there?' There was never a Morrissey show too far.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"But Morrissey turned modest in recognizing Hsu's and other fan's dedication to his shows. "Those who travel from concert to concert as Mel did possibly don't realize the contribution they make," he said. "They are as much a part of the night as I am, but I sometimes feel embarrassed because I think they are asking for more than there is, and, mostily, I can't give it."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"The goat-like vocals and the tipsy monologues are all that I am," he added.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Calling death an "unbreakable appointment," Morrissey was ever the brooding poet in his tribute to Hsu. "Life's only promise is its final deadline. When Mel, and others who are dear to us, depart, we should at least realize as we shuffle along living our small and persecuted lives, how absolutely ridiculous it is to be afraid of anything or anyone on this unhappy planet."<br /><br />Sir D ( who last night went to one of the best 50th Party's he's ever been too........Happy Birthday sung on Helium,( i'm still feeling the effects )... Display fireworks, floating sky lanterns, brilliant food, tons 'o' booze, Whiskey by the vatload, Oysters, tons of birthday greetings for the young fella.. and "MOONFIRE" by Taschen Publishing, the present to end all presents, for moonlanding mad Tim. ) of O</div>Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-85281707594539910922010-05-02T14:03:00.004-05:002010-05-02T14:18:08.613-05:00Don't Die With It In You!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_XBDpKLybjXKXmQcQpSpWcW2B-DrWC9YZ74LWeuMQhFTXyRrZvwY7LCsm6yOXoPBM-5piUdM0dxNIq5QseBqlYGN6NHCW58STrflqdtjAfcc2HRbZLs2GeJtg6SIS6r9BQ4EBjjtK11Q/s1600/storebanner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_XBDpKLybjXKXmQcQpSpWcW2B-DrWC9YZ74LWeuMQhFTXyRrZvwY7LCsm6yOXoPBM-5piUdM0dxNIq5QseBqlYGN6NHCW58STrflqdtjAfcc2HRbZLs2GeJtg6SIS6r9BQ4EBjjtK11Q/s400/storebanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750787407459666" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In my case...it's the music! Don't die with the music in you...hit me square in the face like a blow from Sugar Ray himself! It's been a dream of mine, but it took almost dying twice to get my ass off the couch and do something about it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This is the current campaign for an organization out of Nashville called American Songwriter. They publish a bi-monthly publication and a web site, as well as offer connections and support in the industry through another website called American Songspace.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I recently joined and have uploaded a writers profile and 5 pre-master demos of my songs that will be released soon on my album...titled "Open Heart-Open Mind"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.americansongspace.com/dkwells">http://www.americansongspace.com/dkwells</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbmcZH-6_mGcUH_2eTDRgUpg-bsNOf5OCVUdRhTCn3qM3UVYp81aR-HHPDf0yhM805F1m1NXVsST4VAxojB6ZTGbwBRqCdBQQS9E2MReaYRD_nz8R3pF3a6YW9yW2hI7f96AFdTJmsUtk/s1600/DKWellsLeather2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbmcZH-6_mGcUH_2eTDRgUpg-bsNOf5OCVUdRhTCn3qM3UVYp81aR-HHPDf0yhM805F1m1NXVsST4VAxojB6ZTGbwBRqCdBQQS9E2MReaYRD_nz8R3pF3a6YW9yW2hI7f96AFdTJmsUtk/s400/DKWellsLeather2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750774704029442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My profile picture, which will also be featured on the CD was taken in 2005, three years after my open heart surgery and two years before my broken back in Louisiana. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">I'm still waiting for my songs to arrive back from mastering at Universal Sound Studios in New York, and then off to the presses. After all this time, sweat and tears...I trust the universe allows me to live to see this dream become reality within the next month.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fu_m8DShA86QcTu7qVgo67Iqr4vGr4Wf1k8v02kxqr2K4xyp958md16Jyr9K9jCdALrzN8xU21ioib9pzxcjuaUqnMuAaL4lGkIAEx-AsOiSQXxSgjwRWThq3cNTdHmo2OsB_7-Bz2-J/s1600/DavidRocker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fu_m8DShA86QcTu7qVgo67Iqr4vGr4Wf1k8v02kxqr2K4xyp958md16Jyr9K9jCdALrzN8xU21ioib9pzxcjuaUqnMuAaL4lGkIAEx-AsOiSQXxSgjwRWThq3cNTdHmo2OsB_7-Bz2-J/s400/DavidRocker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750770909841762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So, whatever it is that surges through your soul, that cranks the creative motor of your mind...get off you ass and do it before you die! ROCK ON!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sir Hook Who's Still Too Young to Die but Not Too Old To Rock of Warrick</span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-82595151063222004862010-05-01T10:17:00.004-05:002010-05-02T19:50:50.107-05:00and they're off!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbcGOHwldhTsaSG2-nWYtHSTYb72VXy2ds0K-eN-cV4DYRVJQpyZh4a4dQrSOvnpqjhnx2MW3w7N3qYZLw1EQBzQ6lqNPBcIuUYNzFwKTYXZSVqcWdB01PqKOxQD9Hy2LYUr_ODKB-266/s1600/D&S.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbcGOHwldhTsaSG2-nWYtHSTYb72VXy2ds0K-eN-cV4DYRVJQpyZh4a4dQrSOvnpqjhnx2MW3w7N3qYZLw1EQBzQ6lqNPBcIuUYNzFwKTYXZSVqcWdB01PqKOxQD9Hy2LYUr_ODKB-266/s400/D&S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466839110807918290" border="0" /></a><br />pretty hat: check<br />Kentucky Colonel mint: check<br />bourbon: check<br />stop to get bet tickets: check<br />pick up barbecue: check<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsFLV2Nf4NvEkcIvgy0vgeDEsfeMXgrXnAwon3rWDtaqrk5YbhktMIkv34TpCMWYbjeg5VvJAaKCrxBE6los8CYfkNA5HTvgTcQ8m9s7sfiw4ob23_ZRmOWTzZmWvBFH0JKwCp7ikSus3/s1600/Derby+Family.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsFLV2Nf4NvEkcIvgy0vgeDEsfeMXgrXnAwon3rWDtaqrk5YbhktMIkv34TpCMWYbjeg5VvJAaKCrxBE6los8CYfkNA5HTvgTcQ8m9s7sfiw4ob23_ZRmOWTzZmWvBFH0JKwCp7ikSus3/s400/Derby+Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466839111988362850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />simple syrup for Mint Juleps and baked cheesy grits:<br />Mom in charge<br /><br />May Day?<br /><br /> heck, in our world it's Derby Day!!!!<br /><br />We've chosen our horses and are ready to eat, drink and be merry Kentucky style!Lady Suzanne of Greenbriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715427827385897484noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515218627607939514.post-71899658653054543542010-04-30T08:07:00.005-05:002010-04-30T08:23:34.368-05:00Thinking<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today we meditate on the first Tenant of being a Knight of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale....THINKING!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-h4GIi1KR6-9AjEQt4SNe1iYG6ZSk6gs3HwbQnBk0IrqhCxbGBE_Gq_IBEQR40edRh2u02j03pEiXE9cuGrU5by44Kikfptu6Iz5rt7puowAIXVJLmNX4-aABEZngZ_UKrsldTMUFB3ho/s400/monkey-thinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919359618260674" /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"I am, therefore, I am, I think?"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Moody Blues</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxC_f-z7uQLNeNLyO745M18NIZt0eL5_BhnONgc4BgtOPxtjyRYu9Lq4RcBo7TIxQlNIaShpM2tra1WsVEzIxBG-EcZUEKFAtcRbLVwqJZLGW-SEN0VqWcb3ZTJG8OhyQaaX-VQgHGI01/s400/album-The-Moody-Blues-Every-Good-Boy-Deserves-Favour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919348585577634" /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">“When people see some things as beautiful,</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">other things become ugly.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When people see some things as good,other things become bad.”</span></div></span><strong><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~Lao Tzu</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div></strong></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlcqf-lsPQCdkIVJG3OVGpoEDnv21MJCxYtRY1EjBmdD5Cpjehkr0wVYbriWpun_CJlHaosQZH_pwBBicPILRZkdr2JmcE0HhtmBEN-5fMMyX2Ql0xvCjQBg2o0FTuAkbWjYbCnVIO9xt/s400/zen-garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919348189547458" /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Hamlet, via Shakespeare (maybe?! lol)</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnLEuPKb9-G1IiKuqW1mppdml6g9GbNKa27Q_JqBphXEKzfyqgzACikPX_tIKnS8CHVVNjcWgJyPFDiq1QqGv3u5daQ6HgNKXrTapVRZo8QT1CvDnDj9bm3G2jQfVPUpjbwWMWCr5XZsH/s400/HamletSkullHCSealous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919336711584290" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What do you think?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0EsrWzb64Y5b5cj-2nUVUI7Ym5tKwR8JRH3hOdOzwtn8ZixJAaElPhfMF_M3z5ihXOlFBsvBFA28gsu1g8KhqcGvRsbVpDeSHCec96v_SZiEA65VrWgI0rXGLtBGhsmWNAGw_vz9aeKc-/s400/thinking-cap.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465919333767827058" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sir Hook the Thunker of Warrick</span></span></span></div>dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.com7