bierkergaard

I snapped the pic above this morning of my recycling bin. 95% of the material in there is plain old seltzer cans. Not the stuff spiked with grain alcohol for the carb-cutting crowd who still want to get wasted.  Maybe I am wrong in that determination. I can't see drinking that stuff for taste. I mean, it doesn't taste awful. It is just a zero compared to beer, wine, or bourbon. That is not to say that I find non-alcohol seltzer to not be refreshing. I do. I like the cold and carbonation.  I suppose the flavor is a plus but I dig Pellegrino which has no flavor. Ever since I have been shopping at Scavengermart down the road, I have been picking up cases of cans of seltzer at 20 cents per can and stocking the Beer Fridge. Which brings me to the point of this post. The power of substitution. I very much enjoy beer. That should not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me even slightly. I think it is a Gift of God for which I am thankful. Yet. like other pleasurable things, more ca

The title for this blog originated in the fertile mind of a friend on Instagram to this pic. I have called it a "Buffet of Books." That is certainly more canine and pedestrian sounding. I like the "Table of Knowledge." That is magisterial and fitting of a great mind such as myself. Me and my 30 loyal blog readers. 40 on an up week.  The table of which these tomes of Western Civilization rest goes back in my family to the 1960's some time. It has that look that was supposed to be modern like Miles Davis's modal jazz. Whereas, Miles Davis has aged well, the table looks hopelessly dated. And, as far as I can recall, it was always swaying and unstable due to a missing tooth in its structure that connected the bridge part of the table to the legs. I remember it back in high school being tipsy. In the 40 years since, it never broke, the other tooth held on,  providing just enough support to keep it all together, albeit shakily. I think I inherited the table when m