Uncle Fred Michaels sent his annual summary of the Wild Game Dinner and Beer Tasting Contest. He always writes a little poem. Here it is


"We were all at Kurt and Joey's
Drinking beer, not many sodys
Kurt must have felt fine,
Cause he picked out nine!!

It's back to back chamionships for out expert Kurt.

24 beers- most ever
9 correct -also the most ever!"

The favorite beer this year was Busch and the Boobie prize was a tie between Point Special and Burghoff Lager.


I liked it at Kurt's house, because he and Jody do not allow smoking in the house. Things get pretty thick otherwise. Next year will be year #29. Quite a tradition.


I liked Cadfael's quote for March 3rd so will share with you. (I am using EVERYONE else's words today, but they are wiser and more amusing than mine.)

"All Welsh are kin, even if they slit one another's throats now and then, and manure their sparse and stony fields with fratricidal dead in tribal wars."

Think of the Welch as Mankind, or citizens of the U. S. We ARE all kin, even if!!!!



Love

Mary