Drinking the Bottom Shelf »   Bottom Shelf Beer: Blue Moon
Winter Abbey Ale   Somewhere on this site I've told the story of
how I courageously saved a full-grown television from certain
destruction after its previous owners had abandoned it on the
sidewalk. It wasn't tied to a lamppost, so it was free to run
away, but it instinctively knew to just wait patiently until the
right savior happened by.  I was privileged to be this 120-pound
black beauty's knight in shining sweatpants, and I will never
regret lugging him the half-block home. We had a good six month
run, but then one particularly hazy morning after a Christmas
party gone wrong, Emily came into the bedroom to announce that
our rescue TV had leaked all over the table.  After such a long
stretch without any accidents, we'd assumed the TV was
housebroken; I wondered if maybe it had leaked on purpose to
protest our staying out too late. But it was something much more
serious than petulance. It wouldn't turn on no matter how many
buttons I mashed. I never