Adventures in Brewing
Copyright© 2023 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
Asking for an attorney did it. Black shoe hemmed, hawed and came just short of threatning ... but the recording did it.
Odd ... there was a triple black sedan ... with government plates ... parked within sight of the house and store ... until the local congressman’s daughter complained to daddy.
She came in for a fountain pop and said, “Did you see that creep? He was photographing the girls. Daddy busted him. The creep.” She shivered.
“He wasn’t watching you girls ... he was watching me,” I said. I was chuckling when I said it.
“You? What did you do?”
“That new building in my backyard?”
“The BRAUEREIHAUS?” She nodded, “Yeah ... what’s that all about?”
“Communist steel.”
“What?”
“The steel was manufactured in East Germany ... when they weren’t on ‘our side’”
She wasn’t the least interested in politics ... daddy.
“What’s a Brauerehaus?”
“A brewery ... I brew beer.”
“Ooo ... can I come visit?”
I never said yes but I didn’t say no ... so.
Twenty-four of her closest friends came to visit after the game.
I was just steam cleaning the floor. Understand ... I am not a fan of Football ... Soccer? Yes. Gridiron football as played in the United States? Nope.
I don’t bottle. James still does ... but I keg. Cornelius 5 gallon kegs.
The major sugar drink makers used Corny kegs for years ... now they were switching to plastic syrup bags in cardboard boxes. Lots more drinks if the maker didn’t have to supply the water. The old dispensers were toast ... training crew to switch kegs no longer applied ... and there were all these 5 gallon kegs surplus to requirements ... and they were dirt cheap. Millions of ‘em ... scads and scads. 25 grabbag kegs on a pallet... 25 bucks and shipping ... A DOLLAR EACH!. You pays your money and takes your chances ... the sellers didn’t even steam them out first.
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