Remember those police blotter things that small towns would have in their local news rag? It would be like -

2:30AM - Police respond to dogs barking at 343 Forest Rd. Jim and Doris Stevens say that their dogs Jake and Samson don't normally bark like that.

And then - 11:40PM - Police respond to a man who says some kids were cutting through his back yard. Police find beer bottle in the garden.

(If that were anywhere around Deering HS in Portland, police, along with a parent coalition, would have done extensive fingerprinting and DNA testing of said bottle. But we're talking small town police blotters here)

I think that's what I'm going with here for blog format - little tidbits from the beer world.

But first, a little reflection. I'm 6 months in here on the blog (7 actually, but 6 sounds more worthy of evaluation), and I find myself reflecting on performance vs. expectations. It's been hard to find the muse at times. But I rather think that the beer blog should result more from inspiration and worthy occurence or event than be forced to exist from nothing. I guess what I'm saying is I sometimes feel like my posts should come more frequently, but they come when they come. It's not like I have a game schedule to report on, or that the blog intertwines with my professional life, etc. I am constantly looking for something to write about. Some of my friends have told me their favorite posts are the ones that provide some listing of different beers under whatever category (winter brews, hot weather brews, etc.) - that they've actually gone out and bought the things that I mention in the blog in order to try something new. It sure is fun to hear that. There's so much great beer out there, and so many people just buy the same thing (although it might be a great same thing) over and over again. Just think how boring it would be if you ate the same dinner every night......

So - any suggestions for a "list" topic for the next blog entry?
Maybe Top 10 beers with BBQ, Top 5 beers to serve at your wedding, just thinking out loud.

OK - Beer Blotter:

I recently did a little traveling for business. Got to go to Dayton, Ohio - had a good college hoop team there a few years ago, didn't they? Why Dayton you might ask? Dayton is the mothership of the company I work for. After 8 years with the company, and various visits to smaller offices around the country, I'd never seen the mothership. So I was actually really psyched. And I always love going somewhere I've never been. I was supposed to go for two nights, do a presentation in the morning, and then have the rest of the day to explore the vast campus where my paychecks are born and meet some of the people that help me earn that paycheck. However, in the typical fashion that is flying out of Portland, canceled flights relegated me to actually being there for about 20 hours. Factor in 7 for sleeping and 3 for presenting - and that left me with about 10 to work, eat, explore and schmooze. Travel is great fodder for the beer blog. You see all kinds of things that are foreign to your own backyard environment.

The first funny took place right on my home turf, at the airport. But airports are like neutral soil or something. Kind of like being on a cruise ship on the high seas - anything goes - neutral jurisdiction. So I'm at the Portland International Jetport (yes, it will fly you to Canada on occasion, probably w/ a connection or two). After standing in line for over an hour at the USAir ticket counter (there were only 2 people in front of me when I got there, and there were still 2 people in front of me an hour later), I got to the counter and realized what was going on. Flights up through the northeast corridor were being canceled due to thunderstorms. The one and a half (the second guy just didn't seem to be fully capable) USAir folks were apparently busy still trying to get the travelers from the day before on some crazy concoction of flights to get them home a day late. So there were 2 parties being helped that entire hour while the rest of us waited to find out that our flights were getting canceled. I imagine they knew that fact, which is why they didn't communicate with us as our flight times were closing in. God forbid they flash that information on the plasma above the counter. I had to figure out what to do. So I went to the bar to mull it over and wait for my company to tell me if they still wanted me to get there at noon the next day or not. Aside from the shower, it's where I do my best thinking. One huge perk to being stuck in the Portland International Jetport is that the Bar is basically a Shipyard tap room. One of the 500 reasons that I'm really glad I live here. I ordered an Old Thumper Extra Special Ale and pretended like I had something important to do on my laptop. Someone at a table across the room apparently ordered a black and tan. I saw the bartender and the waitress discussing kind of confusedly. She went back to the table and then came back to the bar and said to the bartender - "he says it's stout and pale ale mixed together". So the guy shrugs his shoulders and proceeds to fill a glass half full with Bluefin Stout (first) and then blasts some Shipyard Export into it - creating a foamy, mixed up mess. I think he thought he was making a milkshake. He might have even put some Reese's Pieces in it when I wasn't looking, I'm not sure. He waited for the vinegar-in-the-baking-soda-childhood-volcano-science-project- thing to end and then gave it to her to serve. (For those of you who need ten fingers here, a black and tan is supposed to be layered, the ale goes in first, and then the stout gets poured gently on top and actually floats on top of the ale due to their differing specific gravities). So, I waited a couple of minutes and then gave a slightly annoyed shake of my head, just in case black and tan guy was looking, so he would know someone else in the room was sympathetic. Shipyard might want to consider sending this guy over to their mothership for some basic training.

If there's one beer style that I very rarely select (aside from anything w/ 'smoke' in the title) it's a pilsner. I may have had that fact altered for me slightly last week.