“Come, Ahab’s compliments to ye; come and see if ye can swerve me. Swerve me? ye cannot swerve me, else ye swerve yourselves! man has ye there. Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, unerringly I rush! Naught’s an obstacle, naught’s an angle to the iron way!”
Black Friday having mercifully concluded, join me in acknowledging the hopes and dreams of those intrepid explorers who risked life and limb to acquire their fair share of Goose Island’s Bourbon County Stout 2021. AB-InBev’s worldwide shareholders have expressed their gratitude in the form of enhanced dividends.
But seriously, every now and then a quick spin to o ......
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