Reviewed by Ken Carman
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Beer Profile: Rock Art’s Ridge Runner Barley Wine
A Different Type of “Church Key”
Club Update: Escambia Bay Brewers
Pensacola Area
We have about 30 boxes of 1.5 liter bottles.
They have not been cleaned and still have labels on them.
There are six bottles in each box.
If you want any of them, come and get ‘em.
FREE
We have had a few people who have moved away and wish to be removed from this list.
I don’t know how to do that. Carolyn is still out. When she returns, she will have to do it.Paul and Carolyn Baker
The Shady Lady, Inc.
2475B East Nine Mile Road
Pensacola, FL 32514
(850) 476-1221
Brew Biz: Werts and All
By Ken Carman
Partners in Brewing: Pittsfield, MA
(Unless otherwise attributed, images and photos from Pittsfieldbrewworks.com)
Pittsfield.
Small city nestled in the rolling hills of the Berkshire region of Massachusetts.
(Image from wikimedia.org)
I came here for the first time in the early 90s and eventually found Pittsfield Brew Works. I didn’t go back for quite a while.
Brew-B…O…R…I…N…G.
Last year for the first time in at least ten years I stopped and was pleasantly surprised at how much the brew had improved. I even bought a shirt. I promised to return and do a review when I returned the next year.
This is that review.
Beer Defeats Death
The Professor thought he’d repost this one for our visitors from Bartcop.
Beer Profile: Opa Opa Red Rock
Reviewed by Ken Carman
Ye Olde Scribe’s Pub Waddle
“A bit more clumsy than a pub CRAWL.”
Written by Ye Olde Scribe
(Note: I pasted this first beer-related submission for Scribe as is, as he requested when he called: no editing. Oh, and the wisecracks are his and his alone.-Ken Carman)
Back in the STONED age, Ye Olde Scribe; who prefers beer, wrote a column called Hop-ing Around. Ah, kiddies, let Great, Great Grandpa Scribe tell you about a time when brewing dinos like Market Street in Nashville, Santa Rosa in Fort Walton Beach and Hosters in Columbus had yet to sink in the primordial ooze that is the history of beer making. One might refer to it as the La Brea Brew Pits. The competition to have your homebrew become part of the Longshot line of beers brewed by Sammy MaGilicuddy Adams; distant cousin to Ma Barker of the Ms. Barker Pump Em’ Full of Lead Brewpub, was in it’s first incarnation and then died.
(Note. Sam’s middle name is NOT “Magilicuddy,” and in no way is related to Ma Barker, or even Ms Me-ow-er. She never ran a brewpub. YOS just made that all up.)
But like Longshot, Scribe has gone Phoenix because one of the king-like editors at this digital rag kept ASH-king. This friend, who visits Scribe in his bunker somewhere in the New England area… or not… when he’s working up here, asked Scribe to write about beer again. So, OCCASIONALLY, Scribe will do short previews of pubs and such that most likely will be reviewed in Brew Biz in the future, or some other related to this blog blather.
420 Stockbridge Rd.
Great Barrington, MA 01230
(413) 528-8282
Brewing and Beer Quotes
This will be an occasional feature here at The LTS Good for What Ales You Brew Journal. This one is from John Palmer who will be the speaker in October for The Music City Brewers competition they hold every fall…
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Would You Take the Beer or the Jennifer?
Brew Biz: Werts and All
The Blunderful Wizard of Beer
Written by Ken Carman for professsorgoodales.net
Topic for this edition of Brew Biz: Grading and challenging the BJCP Exam
BJCP stands for Beer Judge Certification Program. The following in a fictionalized account of my experience: studying for, taking and then challenging the grading of the BJCP test. Any similarity with any non-fictional person and the REAL Wizard may be purely intentional.
Many years ago I, and my faithful companion… who in no way looks like Toto; well maybe just a tiny bit after I botched her last hair cut… decided we’d travel to the Wonderful Land of Beer: or join a club that runs BJCP sanctioned competitions, if you wish to have a more droll description. We had been brewing since the late 70s and had sampled many styles; many kinds, of beer. We entered the gates where a big “B” stood near the threshold: some might say it stands for “beer,” others… perhaps… would claim it’s a more local to Nashville reference… brew meccas like “Boscos,” or “Blackstone,” “Big River,” or just “brewpub.” But we were just glad to… “B…” there, wherever the meeting actually was.
We were welcomed with copious amounts of beer; and plenty of friendship. We even were allowed to judge beer in many competitions organized, in part, according to rules which pleased an organization: one run by many, wonderful, “All Knowing” Wizards… well, at least according to at least one he was “all knowing,” “wonderful” with a perfect palate.
Supposedly the Wizard test proves all that.
We stayed in the magical land of beer, becaming welcome visitors to a magical land where tasty foam flows, and sometimes a bit less than foamy hand pulls were poured. Eventually the residents proclaimed, “You really should take the exam to see if you qualify to be at least a Recognized citizen, according to the BJCP,”
“How do we do that?”
“Well, first you need a guide. Why, here he is…!”
Our to be unnamed guide: because I’m sure he’d rather be unnamed, said he would start to train us… and train us he did. Some claim he did little training at all, but that’s not really true. I answered many, many questions he posed on the net that were meant to represent what would be on the test. Personally, if you did as he asked, I thought our guide did a pretty good job; offering various blocks of questions over the net and responding to what we had answered. Now the actual questions asked were a bit problematic, but that’s wasn’t the guide’s fault. Only the highest Wizards are allowed to know what actual questions will be on the test.
It’s a secret.
Shhhhhhhhhh!
Although he wasn’t short, or hairy, or green, or a muppet, or someone who carried a lightsaber… he did seem a little Yoda like in his wisdom: being a professional brewer. A promise was made that all who faithfully studied would pass. For well over a year we studied; looking at questions past tense since we were not allowed to see the new 
questions: especially the reformulated ones for the new “revised” test. Eventually, it was decided we were ready.
So I put on my skirt, my bobby socks: tried to put a leash on my faithful companion who wanted to take the test too, but she objected. Maybe I should leash myself sometimes, my dear?
Perhaps.