At lunch talk turned (as it often does) to beer and other spiritous beverages. I learned today that apparently, if you know the right code words to use, you can buy a micro-distillery apparatus at local homebrew stores. It is marketed as either a water purifier or a hop oil extractor, but kept behind the counter — you have to know how to ask for it.

It has always been my dream to have a poker shack out in the swamp with an attached moonshine making operation (I watched way too much Dukes of Hazzard as a kid). Acquiring one of these devices would be a small but tangible step toward fulfilling a dream. Mmmmmm, white lightning. I think I know what I am doing next weekend. Now if only I could get my hands on a souped up ‘69 Dodge Charger and some dynamite tipped arrows . . .