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"Ogle is for the most part a pleasant, incisive companion. Occasionally, though, she manages to lose her cool — and, along with it, the agnostic veneer of her training . . . . She strafes Ralph Nader and his “Naderites,” not to mention journalists, “yuppies,” urbanites, the U.S.D.A. and the F.D.A. Eventually Ogle, her exasperation at a boiling point, does something unexpected: She sides with the hippies." -- Nick Reding, New York Times Book Review
The latest from The Observation Post
But in those early years, the passion for fine beer was as powerful as the passion for profit. For Charlie and the other pioneers, beer wasn’t widgets. Beer had heart, soul, and complex intelligence, and when treated with respect, returned the favor by fostering camaraderie and solidarity.
By god, this old lady probably won’t overcome her phobia, but she’s still capable of learning a lotta new tricks.
There I stood there, gasping for air, gasping with sobs, and apparently making a lot of noise (I say apparently because I’d not realized I was making any sounds).