Actually, this is symbolic of my standing in this marriage...
Hobo Jungle
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Thanks, you hobos.
Actually, this is symbolic of my standing in this marriage...
Actually, this is symbolic of my standing in this marriage...
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Dirt,
That has a familiar look/feel.
That has a familiar look/feel.
roger
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
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Rufus T. Firefly
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The Dirt wrote:Actually, this is symbolic of my standing in this marriage...
Marriage: a union of two in which one is always correct and the other is the husband.
Your body is not a temple. It’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.
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I distinctly recall hearing "What's mine is mine, and what's your's is mine"...I don't recall chronologically whether that was pre- or post-nuptial.
Congrats to the missus for reaching another undisclosed, rather-not-talk-about-it-but-what-did-you-get-me, milestone...
Congrats to the missus for reaching another undisclosed, rather-not-talk-about-it-but-what-did-you-get-me, milestone...
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to that Shakin' Red Head!!!! you'll both forever be a part of my layout!!!!!
Running that red block Charlie.
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Tramp, for some reason I saved this photo. I'm pretty sure you took it, but cant remember what it was about. It was from May of 2006.
Running that red block Charlie.
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J. S. Bach
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2railjon wrote:Tramp, for some reason I saved this photo. I'm pretty sure you took it, but cant remember what it was about.
OMG, Nastygansett, almost as bad as Edmund Fitzgerald!
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Jon, that's a drawing I did as tattoo flash for my now dead friend The Beer King, Alan Eames. That reefer is drawn below sitting on the bookcase:
Murph, really enjoyed your layout photos. If you would allow one suggestion, less late-model cars and trucks. I think they are distracting in some of the scenes. If you retook a few of the photos minus the vehicles, we could do a comparison here on the Jungle. I would be curious to see the difference.
Murph, really enjoyed your layout photos. If you would allow one suggestion, less late-model cars and trucks. I think they are distracting in some of the scenes. If you retook a few of the photos minus the vehicles, we could do a comparison here on the Jungle. I would be curious to see the difference.
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
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Pete, mate:
Belated best wishes to the Redhead; I'm sure you won't mind giving her a big hug from us here at Dungfield Manor, now would you...
Belated best wishes to the Redhead; I'm sure you won't mind giving her a big hug from us here at Dungfield Manor, now would you...
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Jon, that's a drawing I did as tattoo flash for my now dead friend The Beer King, Alan Eames. That reefer is drawn below sitting on the bookcase:
Thanks, Tramp. Sorry about the passing of your friend. With a name like the Beer King, I'll bet he was a blast to hang with!
Running that red block Charlie.
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Jon, the official version from the NY Times. Alan and I invented Xingu Black Beer in a Vermont bar one afternoon. Among other things. The truth will probably die with me. Alan was a true madman.
Alan D. Eames, 59, Scholar of Beers Around the World, Dies
By DOUGLAS MARTIN
Published: February 27, 2007
Alan D. Eames, who cultivated his reputation as “the Indiana Jones of beer” by crawling into Egyptian tombs to read hieroglyphics about beer and voyaging along the Amazon in search of a mysterious lost black brew, died on Feb. 10 at his home in Dummerston, Vt. He was 59.
Joel Jacobs
Alan Eames with a sack of malted corn on a trip to Peru in 1991.
His wife, Sheila, said he died after suffering respiratory failure while he slept.
Mr. Eames called himself a beer anthropologist, a role that allowed him to expound on subjects like what he put forward as the world’s oldest beer advertisement, dating to roughly 4000 B.C.
In it a Mesopotamian stone tablet depicted a headless woman with enormous breasts holding goblets of beer in each hand. The tagline, at least in his interpretation, was: “Drink Elba, the beer with the heart of a lion.”
He explored similar topics in seven books, the best known of which was “The Secret Life of Beer” (1995), in myriad radio and television appearances and in speeches at colleges and other institutions. A typical title: “Beer: A Gift from God, or the Devil’s Training Wheels.”
Mr. Eames, who followed the golden liquid to 44 countries, often told about his perilous trek high in the Andes in pursuit of an ancient brew made from strawberries the size of baseballs. Or about Aztecs forbidding drunkenness except among those 52 years of age or older. Or about accounts that said Norse ale was served with garlic to ward off evil.
Mr. Eames’s favorite and perhaps most startling message was that beer is the most feminine of beverages. He said that in almost all ancient societies beer was considered a gift from a goddess, never a male god. Most often, women began the brewing process by chewing grains and spitting them into a pot to form a fermentable mass.
Alan Duane Eames was born on April 16, 1947, in Gardner, Mass. His father was Warren Baker Eames, a Harvard-trained anthropologist. By the time he was 11, young Alan was advertising his magic act. He graduated from Mark Hopkins College in Brattleboro, Vt., now closed.
In 1968, he moved to New York City and opened an art gallery. He spent evenings at the New York Public Library researching beer.
His beer-related business ventures began in the mid-1970s with his acquisition of Gleason’s Package Store in Templeton, Mass., which became known for its large beer selection. He conceived, designed and operated Three Dollar Dewey’s Ale House in Portland, Me., and another with the same name in Brattleboro.
He found ways to cash in on his celebrity, including helping market Guinness stout. In an interview with The St. Petersburg Times, he lauded its “rich dark color, the creamy white head that leaves delicate traces of foamy lace on the inside of the glass.”
He concluded, “It is one of the great joys in this vale of tears.”
Mr. Eames was the founding director of the American Museum of Brewing History and Fine Arts in Fort Mitchell, Ky., known for its festive “beer camps.” He contributed items on subjects from ancient times to the mid-19th century to the Encyclopedia of Beer.
But beer did not always pay expenses, and Mr. Eames sometimes had to take jobs like packing boxes in a vitamin factory and tending bar.
Mr. Eames is survived by his fourth wife, the former Sheila Momaney; his sons, Adrian and Andrew, both of Dummerston; his daughter, Elena Eames of Brattleboro; his stepsons Logan and Riley Johnson, of Dummerston; his father, of East Templeton, Mass., and York Beach, Me.; his mother, Mavis Franks of Denham Springs, La.; his sister, Holiday Eames of Westminster, Vt.; his half-brother, Mark Warner of Baton Rouge, La., and one grandson.
Alan Eames, who never learned to drive or use a computer, wrote his last article about witchcraft and beer. He himself stopped drinking the stuff eight years ago.
Alan D. Eames, 59, Scholar of Beers Around the World, Dies
By DOUGLAS MARTIN
Published: February 27, 2007
Alan D. Eames, who cultivated his reputation as “the Indiana Jones of beer” by crawling into Egyptian tombs to read hieroglyphics about beer and voyaging along the Amazon in search of a mysterious lost black brew, died on Feb. 10 at his home in Dummerston, Vt. He was 59.
Joel Jacobs
Alan Eames with a sack of malted corn on a trip to Peru in 1991.
His wife, Sheila, said he died after suffering respiratory failure while he slept.
Mr. Eames called himself a beer anthropologist, a role that allowed him to expound on subjects like what he put forward as the world’s oldest beer advertisement, dating to roughly 4000 B.C.
In it a Mesopotamian stone tablet depicted a headless woman with enormous breasts holding goblets of beer in each hand. The tagline, at least in his interpretation, was: “Drink Elba, the beer with the heart of a lion.”
He explored similar topics in seven books, the best known of which was “The Secret Life of Beer” (1995), in myriad radio and television appearances and in speeches at colleges and other institutions. A typical title: “Beer: A Gift from God, or the Devil’s Training Wheels.”
Mr. Eames, who followed the golden liquid to 44 countries, often told about his perilous trek high in the Andes in pursuit of an ancient brew made from strawberries the size of baseballs. Or about Aztecs forbidding drunkenness except among those 52 years of age or older. Or about accounts that said Norse ale was served with garlic to ward off evil.
Mr. Eames’s favorite and perhaps most startling message was that beer is the most feminine of beverages. He said that in almost all ancient societies beer was considered a gift from a goddess, never a male god. Most often, women began the brewing process by chewing grains and spitting them into a pot to form a fermentable mass.
Alan Duane Eames was born on April 16, 1947, in Gardner, Mass. His father was Warren Baker Eames, a Harvard-trained anthropologist. By the time he was 11, young Alan was advertising his magic act. He graduated from Mark Hopkins College in Brattleboro, Vt., now closed.
In 1968, he moved to New York City and opened an art gallery. He spent evenings at the New York Public Library researching beer.
His beer-related business ventures began in the mid-1970s with his acquisition of Gleason’s Package Store in Templeton, Mass., which became known for its large beer selection. He conceived, designed and operated Three Dollar Dewey’s Ale House in Portland, Me., and another with the same name in Brattleboro.
He found ways to cash in on his celebrity, including helping market Guinness stout. In an interview with The St. Petersburg Times, he lauded its “rich dark color, the creamy white head that leaves delicate traces of foamy lace on the inside of the glass.”
He concluded, “It is one of the great joys in this vale of tears.”
Mr. Eames was the founding director of the American Museum of Brewing History and Fine Arts in Fort Mitchell, Ky., known for its festive “beer camps.” He contributed items on subjects from ancient times to the mid-19th century to the Encyclopedia of Beer.
But beer did not always pay expenses, and Mr. Eames sometimes had to take jobs like packing boxes in a vitamin factory and tending bar.
Mr. Eames is survived by his fourth wife, the former Sheila Momaney; his sons, Adrian and Andrew, both of Dummerston; his daughter, Elena Eames of Brattleboro; his stepsons Logan and Riley Johnson, of Dummerston; his father, of East Templeton, Mass., and York Beach, Me.; his mother, Mavis Franks of Denham Springs, La.; his sister, Holiday Eames of Westminster, Vt.; his half-brother, Mark Warner of Baton Rouge, La., and one grandson.
Alan Eames, who never learned to drive or use a computer, wrote his last article about witchcraft and beer. He himself stopped drinking the stuff eight years ago.
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
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Jumping around rail cars today to get to water flow systems for a fire inspection at a paper mill!
Running that red block Charlie.
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Tramp, WOW!!! That man was a legend!!! And thank you for the story behind the label you sent me!!!!!
Running that red block Charlie.
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Glad I tasted the legend.
AG
AG
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Andre, how was the taste?
That a life will be spent gaining inches,
When this distance is read in miles.
When this distance is read in miles.
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