If I was “up on things”, I’d realize that if one wanted to try something new in a beer, they could mosey on over to Nova Scotia (where I was from about 5pm yesterday until about 2:30pm today - pretend that I’m writing this before midnight on Saturday, not early a.m. on Sunday 
) and snag a box of Keiths Honey Brown Ale. That could have been me, but it wasn’t. Despite driving by about 15 Nova Scotia Liquor stores, I didn’t stop once for beer. Perhaps that was because I already had 12 Keiths Red in the trunk (for the Brits, and ex-pats, that would be “in the boot”). After 4 (er, 5) of them (which were preceded earlier this past evening by 3 India Pale Ale’s, which my friend John is partial to), I must say that they are still beer, but not anything above or different from the ordinary. I seem to be catching a bit of a buzz fromt he stuff, though… 
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So, how’s the Red?
Better yet, how was the trip to NS?
So if a car trunk is a boot, then an elephants trunk is calld his boot? Then what would he wear on his feet? Trunks?
Sorry, couldn’t resist that one.
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NS was beautiful as usual. I came back along the Sunset trail (Tatamagouche, Pugwash, Amherst, and all between). The ocean along the right was soothing.
Ah yes! I remember when you could only buy Coors West of the Mississippi and people would bring cases back with them whenever they’d been on a trip where it was sold, then they started selling it everywhere and YUCK COORS? Tastes like crap! LOL:d