Every Sunday evening back in 1997 I was glued to the TV set as was my usual routine. In Episode 20 during Season 8 of my favorite television show a young boy complains that he doesn’t get any mail. Then his mom decides to give him the family’s junk mail. One of them is a credit card application. He fills it out using the name of his dog, Santa’s Little Helper and claims the occupation to be “butt doctor”. The company misreads the name as “Santos L. Halper“, and the credit card application is approved. Before long, the boy receives a credit card and zaniness ensues.
Here we are 14 years later and every time I hear “Santa’s Little Helper” I still go immediately to “Santos L. Halper”… that is until I had this beer. Continue reading →
So last Friday I took the day off work to run some errands. I had to take the car in to get the brakes done, so while I waited for the auto shop to hook me up I walked down the block to one of my favorite bottle shops. It was crack of the morning and the store just opened. My regular beer expert at the store wasn’t in yet so I was walking up and down the beer fridge staring at over 400 choices to see if there was anything calling out to me. Just then the produce guy came up to me and asked if he could help. I told him that I usually pick Mike’s brain for something interesting to try and he said that Mike doesn’t get in until noon. Then he said the magic words… “Let me check in back and see what he’s got stashed away.” Continue reading →