Slaying the dragons - one positive, wonderful thought at a time

It's been a while since I wrote a fresh blog. Nearly six months really, if you don't count re-prints, and though I write every day in my every-day job as a mild-mannered reporter for the insauga/indurham online newspaper conglomerate, there are still beery and personal things I want to to share that I can't in that forum.

Finding the time to write is tough but finding the desire to write when I already do that 9-5 is even more difficult, especially as I am still fighting my usual inner demons of depression and loneliness. Now, as my weight has got completely out of control since my knee surgery - I now touch the scales at just under 260 - I can add self-loathing to that list as well. All three dragons and no fly swatter in sight.

It shouldn't be that bad for me. I'm working in journalism again for the first time in a decade and the first time as a full-time working journalist in about 20 years and I absolutely love what I do. When the alarm goes off at 7:30 I am genuinely eager to roll out of bed and greet the day and I can tell you it's been an awfully long time since I felt that way.

Slaying the dragon - my new quest

I moved in with the folks in Downsview to help Dad take care of Mom (Alzheimer's) at the beginning of the pandemic and while I pay my share of the expenses, my bank account is flush like, well, never before, really. So that's a worry that was part of my life (and a part of most of my loved ones as well) that is no longer there, ready to strike at every month-end.

But there's a level of guilt that goes with that. I miss my kids very much and I very much want to get back to Oshawa to see them on the regular. I see Jake every six weeks or so but Cam and Matt only twice since this all started and Adrianne and her lovely family not bloody once. I can now afford to move back there (no more basement apartments for me) and much love to Mom & Dad and all, but the desire to get my own damn place is super strong.

But there's that guilt...

You see, Dad has his own share of 88 year-old difficulties and I really don't want to leave him right now. He doesn't move around that well and the duties I now do, like laundry and shopping, would be difficult (but not impossible) tasks for him. I can't stay forever either, but the move has been delayed and I'm not really sure when it will happen.

And let us not mention my older brother Brian and how he fits in this little family dynamic. Not today anyway.

And then there's my health. In addition to the problems caused by my knee replacement of 22 months ago and my weight gain, I have been experiencing a persistent cough lately, not unlike a smoker's cough, except I quit smoking more than 21 years ago. So I got it checked out, and while official confirmation will come after a new battery of tests next month, it appears I have idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, which is serious shit.

The prognosis is varied. I could keel over next week in a paroxysmal fit of coughing, or I could hang on for 20 years or more, and a lot of that is up to me. Lose weight, eat healthy, that sort of thing. And for the record, the 'idiopathic' part is not because I was an idiot (though some may disagree) but because I was never a miner, concrete cutter or worked with asbestos - the usual culprits with this lung disease - and therefore they don't know why it chose me.

Thankfully I haven't wasted any precious minutes with the 'why me? nonsense, so I thought I should start looking around at the good things in my life right instead of wallowing in self-pity.

Ain't nobody got time for that.

If I ever want to slay those three dragons, this is the only way to do it. In no particular order, here are a few reasons why the future looks bright, if not necessarily long for this chubby but still handsome old writer.

I Have A Job

Yes, I know I mentioned this, but it's worth repeating that I was given a new lease on life back in the spring when old college pal Steve asked if I was interested in returning to the world of newspapers, albeit of the online variety. God yes, Steve! Thank you, thank you and thank you to Khaled, my new favourite best boss ever (sorry Jessica).

Dental Plan

I've identified with Homer Simpson for many years - "Lisa Needs Braces" - as my front teeth started falling out and damn if I haven't really smiled for years because of my lack of chompers. Now I have a dental plan and a little extra cash for what may not be covered and I have started the process of getting an upper plate of some kind. I hope to be smiling for real early in the new year.

New Beers

This is a beer blog, so I thought I would throw something beery in it. I don't know if it's pandemic related but the majority of my favourite beers of 2021 are new-to-me beers. My best-of-show IPA list is up to 14 as I write this and a dozen were born this year. Nine out of a top ten list of Imperial IPAs too. Creative minds not resting on their laurels but continuing to create, I guess. I like it.

Beer People

This has been a tough year for craft beer. The industry has had to deal with the fallout from the stories of sexual harassment and misogyny shared by Brienne Allen, a production manager and brewer at Notch Brewing in Salem, Massachusetts, with some well-known people taking the fall in the aftermath.

I made the mistake of wading into the debate in the early stages and put my foot squarely in my mouth in the process, assuming all these stories of assholes in the industry were American and weren't we just peaches up here? And I got rightfully told (in a very nice way) to STFU, so live and learn. But what I really learned through the experience was that there are many, many truly awesome people in the business who are not afraid to say and do all the right things.

From brewers and brewery owners like Erin Broadfoot (Little Beasts) and Josh Hayter (Spearhead) to writers and podcasters like Robert Arsenault (Drunk Polkeroo), Robin LeBlanc (Thirsty Wench), Jordan St. John and Danny Brown - just to name a few - I realized there is a solid foundation in Ontario's craft beer community and with it, hope for the future.

Buist-ed for the second time

David Buist

Speaking of beer people, I have a beer pal who is destined for greatness, if for no other reason than he has immortalized me twice in cartoon form. I am far from the only one and it's considered a major coup to be thus turned into a comic book character of his invention. David is a noted children's illustrator and an illustrator of a few beer books as well and I really need to get together with him again just so I can get a few more pieces of art and get them signed. And maybe re-visit that cottage in God's Country. Next year if we can get through this damn pandemic.

Built a Bike

I kid you not. I actually built something. Okay, it's taken me three weeks and the pedal straps are still unattached and the control panel is not wired up, but I have (almost) successfully created an exercise bike from nothing more than parts, tools and a manual. I know, right? But it's a true story.

Friends

I don't get to see many of them (besides my best pal Jake) but I have seen my Oshawa peeps Steve and Brandon a couple of times and my Beer Bro, college chum (and now work colleague) Don a few times as well. I am, in fact, visiting him in his new St. Catharines digs this weekend. I can tell you I really look forward to our Friday morning virtual Huddle meetings at work, so that should tell you something of my desire to see friends again. (Christmas Party December 11 - yay!) And my dear friend Candice, what can I say about her? She and I have met up at least a half-dozen times to drink fine ale and share our tales of woe with each other. It's what keeps me sane.

North American Beer Writers Guild

Pretty fancy name, but then it keeps pretty fancy company and they have a contest each year to declare the fanciest of beer writers in a bunch of different categories and this year, I entered it. There was almost no chance of me winning anything but I knew I had at least three good blogs over the past 12 months (Appliance and Love Story are the others I chose) so I thought, 'why the hell not?'

Spoiler alert: I didn't win, but I was told there was feedback from one of the judges if I wanted to hear it and I most certainly did. This is what the judge had to say: Glenn's unique voice and self-awareness lend themselves to quality content. I laughed at the appliance bits. I teared up a little at the thought of the struggles of Glenn's Mom. This is an easy-reading blog with lots of personality.

It was well worth the $30 entry fee just to read that.

Christmas

I love Christmas but didn't always look forward to it. I was usually working one job or another through most of the holiday season and my most consistent holiday tradition was being broke. This year money is less of an an issue but the most important thing I am looking forward to is being with my family. That's four kids, seven grandkids, an ex and all the spouses and girlfriends to make an absolutely memorable reunion.

I can't wait.

Cheers!

 This Remembrance Day blog was first published in 2013 and has been faithfully reprinted every year since, with a few tweaks each time. Lest we forget

I Remember

Je me souviens. I remember.

I remember my great-grandmother’s tears when she sent four of her boys off to fight in the Great War. I remember her muted joy at seeing three of them return safe but never truly sound; her son John – my father carries his name – fought valiantly during that horrible spring of 1917 before he was left behind in the deadly quagmire that was the first day of Passenchedale.

I remember English Sally, she who married a son of Pennan, walking the length of the island from her family home in the great naval port of Portsmouth to the north-east coast of Scotland, just to be with her man, homeward bound from the Napoleonic Wars.

I remember Alexander Hendry of Aberdeenshire fighting for his freedom at Culloden in 1746. Life for Alexander and the rest of the Scots who fought with Bonnie Prince Charlie would never be the same.

I remember a newlywed Rozel straining to deliver her baby on the very day her husband, an American loyal to the crown and kin to my children, was fighting for Canada’s freedom alongside Isaac Brock at Queenston Heights. The soldier would return safely to meet his son; his wife would not see either ever again.

I remember my Great-Uncle Charlie, who had left his wife behind while he tried to earn a living in Malaysia’s rubber industry, struggling to stay alive in a Japanese POW camp during World War II. Charlie, who served me marmalade on toast when I visited him in Rotorua, New Zealand 44 years later, risked his life to keep a diary as he toiled daily to rebuild the bridge over the River Kwai, while the good guys rained down a daily torrent of death from above.

I remember a son of a former classmate losing his life in Afghanistan; the shock when I read the news lingers with me still.

I remember my friend's Uncle Don, a Second World War Navigator who died in battle in the summer of 1944. Don passed on his name to his nephew and his story to you.

I remember the 3rd Canadian Infantry and Pvt George Savage - father to Jamie - braving an apocalypse of bombs and gunfire to land at Juno Beach on D-Day 1944 to begin their push into Germany.

I remember other Dads from the neighbourhood and their efforts in that war as well. Art Canfield - father of Bruce, Diane and Paul - served with the Royal Regiment of Canada and Phil Hennessey - father of John - got to meet General George S. Patton.

I remember Tom McCaw - father to Janine - enjoying great meals and an accommodation upgrade on a Canadian naval ship because crew members were convinced he was King George VI in hiding.

Passchendaele

I remember Frederick Wilmot - grandfather to Nicole - who enlisted in 1941 and rose to the rank of Sergeant.

I remember Vic Shirreffs, my first father-in-law, who served as a stoker in the Canadian Navy.

I remember Royal Navy Seaman Stanley March, great-grandfather of Josh, and I remember Bill Ryan, father of Dave, who fought with the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders.

I remember William Findlay, great-grandfather of Amy and the youngest Sergeant Major in the British Army, being awarded the Distinguished Medal of Honour.

I remember the funeral of a young man related to me by marriage who was just beginning his military career. The sound of the pipes as they played Amazing Grace sent shivers up my spine. I will never forget that day.

I remember my friend Hago, who did two tours - the first in Kosovo and the second in Afghanistan - and continues to serve to this day.

I remember Mark; and I won't forget Scottie, who earned his Marksman Award four years running in Pettawawa. I remember the future pilots at the old Portage la Prairie air base in Manitoba; and the men and women from the local armoury in Oshawa who came out to Karaoke at Stag's Head on Tuesday nights.

Commemorating the 100th anniversary
of the Armistice. Oshawa, 2018

I remember Vimy Ridge, the four-day battle in the spring of 1917 that marked - at a cost of 10,000 soldiers killed or wounded - a coming of age for Canada as a nation, as well as the end of our innocence about wars and the people who profit from them.

I also remember my friend Sandi's simple description of four members of her family who served in both World Wars: "Heroes. Each and every one."

I remember the Remembrance Day service held a day early a few years back in downtown Brooklin for the benefit of the school children. After being so many generations removed from war it was important the kids knew what their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents were fighting for, and that they would have a better understanding of what they were supposed to remember.

I  remember every soldier I have ever known and I remember those who fought and died for me and my family and for our freedom, and for the freedom that we all enjoy and too often take for granted.

I remember the families and friends of those soldiers and the tears that were shed for fallen loved ones.

I remember the blood spilled by innocents, and I remember the heartbreak of everyone affected by war.

I remember like it was yesterday the signing of the Armistice to end the Great War. One hundred and five years ago today.

I remember. So I won’t ever forget.

The Unknown Warrior

by Moz Perkins

On November 7, 1920, in strictest secrecy, four unidentified British bodies were exhumed from temporary battlefield cemeteries at Ypres, Arras, the Asine and the Somme. None of the soldiers who did the digging were told why. 

One body was then chosen at random and taken by horse-drawn carriage through Guards of Honour and the sound of tolling bells and bugle calls to the quayside, where he was loaded onto HMS Vernon bound for Dover. The Unknown Warrior was met at Dover with a nineteen gun salute - something that was normally only reserved for Field Marshals – and finally taken to Westminster Abbey where the soldier became part of the second Armistice Day ceremony.

The idea of the unknown warrior was thought of by a Padre called David Railton who had served on the front line during the Great War. It was his intention that all of the relatives of the 517,773 combatants whose bodies had not been identified could believe that the Unknown Warrior could very well be their lost husband, father, brother or son.

THIS is the reason we wear poppies. We do not glorify war. We remember - with humility - the great and the ultimate sacrifices that were made, not just in this war, but in every war and conflict where our service personnel have fought - to ensure the liberty and freedoms that we now take for granted. Every year, on the 11th of November, we remember the Unknown Warrior. At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.

-    

 

For most of us, our relationships with our fathers have their ups and downs as we go through life together.  My own relationships with my dad has gotten stronger as the years pass - probably because I got wiser as I got older more than anything else - and I believe our bond is stronger today than it has ever been.

For that I am truly grateful.

Not that my father hasn't changed as he got older - he's 88 now - but I think the biggest change has been in his relationship with my mom, his wife of nearly 66 years. Dad used to depend on Mom for so much, but with Mom in the not-so-early-onset stage of Alzheimer's, the tables have been turned and it is Dad who now looks after Mom.

It's been wonderful to see his nurturing side revealed. First-hand too, as I have been back home helping him since this Pandemic was declared.

It really is a beautiful thing.

In honour of my dad and Father's Day, I am sharing with you a blog I wrote
about my Pops eight years ago. Enjoy!

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Father’s Day

"A man can be a father, but not every man can be a dad."

My step-daughter Adrianne used those words to start a blog she wrote about me a few months ago. It was beautiful – made me tear up and everything – and it also made me think about my Dad.

My Dad was 24 when he became a father for the first time. I was ten years older, but I inherited three at once, so at the age of 34 we were even. The difference – and it was a big one – was that he had ten years to try to get it right. I was jumping into the deep end without a paddle, or a manual for that matter.

It wasn’t easy, I can tell you that. I had my Angry Dad moments. I had my frustrating times, my feelings of powerlessness. I wasn’t always around either, especially after Jacob was born.

I held down three or four jobs at once in his first year and I think Adrianne, who was 18 at the time, spent more time with her little brother than I did.

I love that they developed a special bond that still exists today, but I hated that I couldn’t be there for him. Especially as my Dad traveled all the time on business during my childhood.

I wished he was around more in those days, I really did. But he was there to teach me how to ride a bike, he was there to teach me about the wild, wonderful and wide world outside our cottage door, and he was there to look the principal in the eye and tell him that I did not lie. “If he said it wasn’t his beer on school property, it wasn’t his beer.”

Thanks Dad.

Dad in his wild and crazy days

As time went on being a Dad got easier for both of us. No less challenging – I think we can both say the older our kids got the more demanding the job became – but easier, because by then we figured we knew what we were doing.

A little delusional on our parts, sure. But the important thing is we persevered. We learned. And we loved. We still do.

 
Among the nice things Adrianne said about me in her blog was that I am “always there” for her and her kids. I guess I am, but that’s only because I had the greatest teacher: my Dad.

 
I’ve never asked him, but I bet Dad hated being away from us when we were kids as much as we did. He must have hated it, because he has done his best to make up for lost time since then.

To this day my Dad is the one I call when I need help. It’s always been that way. During my first marriage, when my wife and I were having problems, Dad was the one who acted as the referee and smoothed things over.

 
In the years that followed, Dad was the person I turned to. Especially if I needed money, and that was often. I’ve owned two houses in my life, and neither deal would have happened without the kick-start we received from my parents.

 
Yesterday I gathered up the clan – ten of us – and we headed out to Toronto to see Mom and Dad. Also known as Grandma and Grandpa. And Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa. We ate chicken wings and salad and other goodies. And we had a good time because we were together.

 
I was sitting with my Dad on the porch after dinner watching the kids run around the lawn, playing some sort of soccer-football-dodge ball game. And I noted that it had probably been a long time since there were so many people having fun there. Dad just smiled.

 
I love you Dad. Happy Father's Day!

Do better, be much better; my mea culpa blog

At my age, I wouldn’t have thought I’d still be capable of contorting myself in ways I shouldn’t be contorting, but here I was putting my foot in my mouth twice in less than a week.

The first time it happened was on a Facebook thread a day or two after Brienne Allen, a production manager with Notch Brewing of Salem, Massachusetts, set the craft beer world on fire when she shared stories of sexual harassment and misogyny in the industry through her Instagram handle, @ratmagnet.

Allen invited women to share stories about their experiences working in beer and the responses were both alarming and horrific, though to many women in the business, not at all surprising.

My friend Erin Broadfoot, owner and brewer at Little Beast Brewing in Whitby, was on Facebook after Allen’s revelations talking about the issue and I made the mistake of chiming in and saying the stories were sickening, but weren’t they almost all American submissions and isn’t the craft beer industry in Ontario so much better than that?

Erin was patient with me in her reply (as she tends to be), telling me there are hundreds of similar stories up here about women in the industry being harassed that are just not part of the public record.

I knew Erin got mansplained a lot (something that always mystified me because of the way she carried herself), but I didn’t realize she was on the receiving end of far worse abuse from men in the industry.

A tale I’ll tell you one day, she said, but that didn’t stop me from continuing my narrative that we were somehow above the kind of bro culture we were reading about in the @ratmagnet stories that were plastered all over social media.

Erin Broadfoot, Little Beasts

And that’s when Robin LeBlanc entered the thread. I have an enormous amount of respect for Robin, who was my Beer Writer of the Year in 2019, and that sentiment is shared by many others in the craft beer community here and in the United States, who welcome her voice, especially on social justice issues. She has a habit of breaking stories on critical issues in the industry – such as about racism and misogyny - and she let me know I was being naïve and clearly out to lunch on the matter.

Of course, the more I tried to defend my point the dumber I started to sound.

I knew about one of the founders of Four Fathers (Cambridge) sexually assaulting his girlfriend and I had heard of similar stories about the Ontario Beverage Network creator, I said. Then you must realize there are plenty more stories like that you HAVEN’T heard about, she countered.

I started thinking about the sexism that is still commonplace in beer labeling, and how important it is to speak up on the issue. I wrote about the sexist branding of Nickel Brook (Burlington) beers Naughty Neighbour and Immodest a few years ago and how pressure from people far more influential than I got them to change the branding.

I have friends who refuse to buy beer from Barrie’s Flying Monkeys, partly because of the Sparklechunks marketing fiasco of 2019 but also because of sexist beer names like Juicy Ass, which remain in the brewery’s rotation despite vocal opposition from people like writer and vlogger Robert Arsenault (Drunk Polkeroo) and outspoken homebrewer Linda Beer.

Because sometimes voting with your wallets is not enough.

Anyway, I came out of the Facebook thread bruised but still intact, and, I hoped, a little bit wiser.

But maybe not so much wiser, because a couple days later I was back in hot water, this time not for what I wrote but for what I didn’t write.

I had somehow managed to land myself a job for the first time since the pandemic started. And not just any job, but a full-time job in journalism (for the first time in two decades!) with an online newspaper organization called insauga.com.

And in a perfect storm of circumstances, two friends of mine who also happened to be two of my favourite brewers, were launching a new brewery in Oshawa – New Ritual - the weekend before my first day on the job.

This was going to be my first story. I was chuffed, to say the least.

I arranged with Tim Ferriman, the former Head Brewer at Town (Whitby) and Mascot (Toronto) to show up at the Wilson Road brewery in Oshawa’s industrial south-east end on Sunday, just before the opening bell at noon.

The New Ritual Brewing team

I didn’t want to take up too much of his time, what with it being opening weekend and all, so we chatted about the brewery and how the idea got its roots (I didn’t even know he had left Mascot) for a few minutes, and when Jim Gorry (Manantler, Chronicle) arrived I had a couple questions for my pal, before going home with a four-pack of their initial beers (Anthem Pale Ale and New Ritual Lager) in my hand and story ideas rolling around my head.

I worked on the story that evening – both Tim and Jim were guitar players who had played in numerous bands over the years so “Rock Star Brewers Open Brewery’ was my hook – and I had it ready Monday morning for insauga.

My boss loved it; my friends on Beer Twitter loved it; and it even got some publicity in the Toronto punk scene when Ralph Alfonso, the manager of iconic punk band The Diodes and former Toronto punk club Crash & Burn, re-tweeted the story after I had mentioned that Jim had played a gig with the band in 2015.

All those happy thoughts disappeared when I went back later that day to have another look at the story on the newspaper’s website. When I scrolled down to the comments section the first one I saw was from Molly Gorry, Jim’s wife and a full partner in New Ritual.

Molly thanked me for the exposure and said she appreciated all the kind words I had written about her husband over the years, but perhaps I should have learned about the contributions of her and Melanie Martins (Tim’s fiancée and also an equal partner in the business) before writing the story.

“Maybe we can chat further and you can better understand the background of Mel and myself - two women with interesting backstories who contribute immensely and equally to the operations of our business. “

If I felt the air coming out of my inflated ego, I was not prepared for the tone of the rest of the comments from other women who had read the story.

The story was called “reductive” twice (I had to look that one up), and I was told I was both “belittling” and “diminishing” Mel and Molly’s contributions to the business by “tossing them to the sidelines.”

I have to admit I was hurt by the comments. I know Jim and Tim as friends and brewers and I have never met Melanie or Molly but I would never knowingly overlook or dimmish their contributions in any way.

But my excuse that I was focused on the brewing aspect of the business and not aware of Molly and Melanie’s roles came off as hollow. As a trained (albeit rusty) journalist with years of experience, I should have asked the right questions, so that’s on me. Also, three of the four pictures I found on New Ritual’s website (including the one I chose to illustrate the story) had all four people front and centre, so that should have clued me in.

So I messaged Tim and asked for a little bit of info on Molly and Mel’s work with the brewery. And then I added it to the story. Two paragraphs  - about eighty or so words – isn’t much, but it made it a much better story, as well as a much better balanced story.

Then I reached out to both Melanie and Molly. I apologized, assured them it was not intentional, urged them to read the revised article and promised to do better next time.

I followed that with some private conversations with Erin, as well as my friends Candice and Greg, to try and hash out what I should do, and I also reached out to my college friend Steve, who got me the job at insauga. He advised me to "never read the comments" on news stories, which I understood as a general rule, but this one, I told him, was 'personal' because it involved my friends.

And then Molly got back to me and was understanding and thanked me for my honesty as well, so I am very much appreciative of that.

It was at that point I came to the conclusion there was not going to be much more I could do; except of course own up to my mistakes in a blog.

I looked at the article on the insauga site again that day and found a woman who read the edited story and was still unhappy, calling me “Bro Dude” (ouch!) and asking that I “edit again.”

I declined, saying I was satisfied with the new version, and thanked her for reading. And then sat back in my chair and realized that no matter how butt-hurt I may be, these women were right. I DID do Molly and Melanie a disservice, for which I have apologized and tried to make amends.

And I also realized I am never going to please everyone. All I can do is my best, and then the next day, a little better.

In the words of Beer Diversity’s Ren Navarro, “Do Better, Be Better.”

Cheers! (And believe women!)

A very good day

There are no breweries in my little corner of north-west Toronto but all I have to do is hop in my car and in 15 minutes I am absolutely spoiled for choice.

I have done plenty of beer runs from here but yesterday's little excursion was pretty special. The whole tour took about an hour and involved just four stops - three breweries and an LCBO outlet - but pound for pound it was one of my best trips.

And I only bought 22 beer.

The genesis of the journey was two-fold: I needed more Barn Owl #22 from Bellwoods and Robohop, Great Lakes' excellent Imperial IPA, was back (but only in selected LCBOs), and I wanted both.

The Barn Owl, a foeder-aged wild ale with apricot, was one of my two favourite beers of 2020 and when I learned there was still plenty in stock at Bellwoods' Hafis location - ten minutes from my house - I put the beer run plan in motion. It's pricey - $14 per 500 ml bottle - but the combination of funk, tart & champagne-like carbonation is irresistible.

As for Robohop, it sees the light of day once a year and has been a long-time favourite (especially the New England version), but a product search showed it was not at my nearest liquor store. No problem - it was at Jane & Dundas, and that's just 10 minutes or so from Hafis Road. And as it happens, there are half a dozen great breweries between them.

This could be a very good day.

Of course, with limited funds I had to severely limit my brewery stops, so after a little research, I chose Rainhard (in the Stockyards district) and Indie Ale House (in the Junction), fired up my pimped-out Chevy Spark and headed out to the wilds of west Toronto.

At Bellwoods I bought two Barn Owls (a rare treat, I told myself), a Jelly King Apricot (staying with the apricot theme), a Cat Lady IPA (haven't seen it in a while) and a Jutsu, which tends to go home with me after every visit.

The bill came to just over $40.

I turned south on Keele/Weston Road next and found Rainhard, where I bought a couple cans of Space Tank, which is their flagship Armed 'n Citra pale ale, except with Galaxy hops, and two cans of Hop Cone Syndrome, which won back-to-back silvers in the Imperial IPA category at the Ontario Brewing Awards in 2016 and 2017.

A good day for beer. And me

It is released each year, but I hadn't seen it since 2017 and I knew then I was going to regret just buying two, just as I regretted not stopping in at Shacklands, located literally NEXT DOOR to Rainhard.

Sometimes it sucks not being rich.

Anyway, the bill came in under $15.

Indie Ale House was just a few minutes further south, so I parked at the bank across the street (where the pigeons are) and wandered into their bottle shop for a chat with the young fellow behind the counter about beer and lockdown restrictions.

A couple of Happy Little Trees IPA was on my wish list (it's Kviek-yeasted, it's a homage to Bob Ross, what's not to like?), as was Zombie Apocalypse, their annual Imperial Stout release. I threw in a single of Lil Lush, a collaboration with Short Finger Brewing of Kitchener and I was out of there with only a $19 dent in my bank account.

I also had a nice chat about the pandemic with my server and left with a feeling of optimism I hadn't felt in a long time. I'm not sure I share his optimism that we could be out of this by summer, but it's nice to have dreams, isn't it?

That left just the LCBO stop on my agenda. and as I was already on Dundas it was just five minutes west to my final destination.

I had been to this location before and at each visit I was amazed at the selection of craft beer on display. There are local brews  - including beer I had purchased earlier in the day - from Toronto breweries I don't see in my north end LCBOs, never mind back in Oshawa. And the imported section - especially the beers from Belgium - was the bomb. 

There were Trappist beers from Rochefort and Westmalle, a whole line from Rodenbach (including a  Grand Cru) and assorted gems from Duvel and Chimay, just to name a few.

Like a kid in a candy store, I would be, if I had an unlimited candy allowance. But I don't, so I just picked up a Westmalle Trappist Tripel and a Rodenbach Belgian Sour before turning back to the domestic section.

I did find some PEI beer I had never heard of, so I grabbed a Snowbird Juicy IPA from Gahan Brewery, but the rest of my basket was filled with Ontario goodies, including a couple of the Robohops that drew me to the store in the first plasce.

Burst (also from Great Lakes), Artificial Paradise (Clifford), Square Wheels (Town) and a top-notch Imperial Stout from Sawdust City - Long Dark Voyage (Coffee Vanilla) brought the bill to just over $40 and sent me on my way home happy and just a little bit bullish for the future.

All that for less than $120. Money well spent, I say.

The cherry on top was the surprise package waiting for me at home: a four-pack of Belgian-style Stout (and a couple of Akwa, the world's finest hop-infused water) from my friend Josh Hayter (sexiest beard in craft beer) and his team at Spearhead Brewing.

A very good day indeed. 

#LetsTalk Day

Considering I have suffered from depression for many years and considering also that I have written about this very subject, you may find it surprising that I was not at all looking forward to Bell's Lets Talk Day.

Or maybe you're not surprised at all.

As I said, I've written about this before (Why I Haven't Written a Beer Blog), but not much has changed since that blog from four years ago. In fact, I'm probably worse off than I was then. I had knee surgery a year ago and have done very little re-hab since the sponsored sessions ended last March. That's also when I moved back home to help take care of my parents and since then I've put on 25 pounds to an already overweight frame and messed up both of my shoulders as well.

I'm also not working and my life on the dole has come to an abrupt end, and there is still almost four years before I qualify for my old age pension and I can live the life of Riley again.

There. I made a little joke, so there is hope.

I miss my family and friends too. A lot. But that's something we can all say. So what can I say that hasn't been said before, or even what I haven't said before? The more I talk the more I sound like I'm just complaining about my lot in life.

I know what I should do but I find it very difficult to discipline myself to do what needs to be done.

I promise you I'm going to keep trying. And when I can, I'm going to keep talking.

Thanks for listening.

2020 - A Year of Beer in Review Part 2

After a month that was more procrastination than production, I think it's time to wrap up this blog of the best beers (and other things) of 2020. Especially as we are more than halfway through the first month of 2021. It wouldn't be the latest I published my year-end blog, and as I take no pride in that record I figure I'll get right to it.

Besides, there's a new President in Washington now, so I guess it's finally 'officially' 2021.

The Top Ten - the beers that stirred my soul 

Wellington Nothing Civil IPA

The can art was sublime, the poetry (by Truth Is ...) was brutally honest and the beer was pretty damn good too. 

Fruity aroma with pineapple and citrus. The pineapple is more prominent on the tongue, along with slightly tart citrus and a touch of long-suppressed anger. Nothing flashy about this beer: it's smooth, a little juicy and damn good. Also, the can art and the poem is the absolute bomb. Black Lives Matter

Bellwoods Barn Owl #22

I was ignorant of how good a barrel-aged Sour could be until this beer came around. The ultimate blend of funk and tartness. Well worth the $12 price.

Funk, tartness and some fruit on the nose. Looks beautiful in the glass too. Tartness and apricots on the tongue, with the funk now subdued. Fruity and delicious

Matron Janky

Matron Janky IPA

I had been drinking so many Hazy IPAs, with the occasional West Coast thrown in, that I forgot how a perfectly balanced beer should taste. This is that beer.

There's fresh citrus on the nose. Super balanced, slightly juicy with a hint of dankness and smooth AF. Delicious

Stonehooker Tantrum

I had a good idea that Stonehooker brewer Adam Cherry could brew a world-class beer from a 2019 stop, but this beer - from an early Autumn visit to the patio with my pal Don and his son David - was a revelation. So very, very good.

Delicious beer. Citrus and a bit of sweetness on the nose. Taste is tropical, with pineapple and tangerine, along with some melon. Luscious on the tongue. Did I say delicious?

Third Moon Epoch with Guava, Mango & Apricot

Everything I brought home from a summer stop to this upstart Milton brewery was excellent, but their Epoch line of dry-hopped Sours - particularly this one - was over the top goodness.

Tart guava and other tropical goodies in the aroma. Damn, this is delicious! It's guava juice, with a dollop of mango

Sawdust City Everyday Magic

I got this in my glass early in the year and it was my number one Beer-of-the-Year contender until mid-summer when other pretenders started appearing. An absolutely wonderful beer.

Citrus and tropical fruit aroma. Big flavour, with loads of pineapple and papaya and a bit of coconut on the back end. Juicy. Creamy. Delicious

Blood Brothers Paradise Lost Pear with Chai

I had been enjoying so many excellent Sours at this time with blueberry and with citrus flavours that I wasn't expecting this spicy number to wow me. It wowed me. Simply fantastic.

Chai spices on the nose, with nutmeg most prominent, with some green apple and pear as well. Super tart on the tongue, with an apple pie sweetness from the cinnamon and nutmeg to go with lemony tartness. Super good

Collective Arts Blueberry Sour with Cacao Nibs

The first Sour to make an impact on me in 2020, and the first of several blueberry Sours that got my taste buds excited. Another early front-runner for my Beer-of-the-Year

Looks and smells like blueberry puree. Wow. Tons of berry on the sip, followed by a fruity-chocolate finish. Thick and rich, this is the bee's knees

Little Beasts Valkyrie

My favourite beer of 2019 and I certainly couldn't leave it off my contender list for 2020, could I? Especially since I continued to enjoy this brew whenever it was available and it never, ever let me down.

Orange and mango aroma with a touch of sweetness. Tastes like Valhalla, with tropical fruit, a bit of Belgian-ish yeastiness from the (Norweigian) Kriek yeast and a finishing tang unlike any other beer. Outstanding.

Town Absolute Unit

Rich and tropical, this was my favourite Imperial IPA of 2020.

Rich aroma of tropical fruit and citrus. More tropical goodness on the tongue, with orange, some pineapple and a hint of tart guava. There is a bit of welcome stickiness on the back end

Honorable Mentions: Karma Citra and Burst from Great Lakes and at least a couple from Bellwoods' Jelly King series - Peach & Mango Passionfruit. That Wellington Faces IIPA with Cascade & Chinook was pretty great too.

My Favourite Blog of 2020

I wrote a very sweet blog about living with my 87 year-old parents during the pandemic that got a lot of positive traction and I thank my friends for that. I also had some fun at the beginning of the year talking about my knee replacement surgery in somewhat graphic detail. But the blog that gave me the most joy came from a December 1 post called The @glennhendry Appliance Series, (or, How I came to be Almost Famous).

The genesis of the 'series' came from a complaint that I wasn't posting enough pics for my friends on Beer Twitter's liking, which morphed into a 10-day campaign where my pals would post pics of beer on or in everyday appliances (with my name attached), just to prove that beer pics don't have to be professional-looking to be post-worthy. I was going through a particularly tough time - it was pre-Christmas in the Year 2020; who wasn't? - and the campaign, along with the Twitter poll that went with it - made my heart sing when I needed it most. So thank you.

Best Brewer

This was a tough one, and I waffled between perennial favourite Ryan Morrow (Collective Arts) and relative newbies Justin da Silva (Matron) and Adam Cherry (Stonehooker). The winner simply kept producing winners with every beer. I've never had a bad one at this Port Credit brewery and I have enjoyed plenty of stellar brews. And he's an awesome dude. That's good enough for me.

Matron Brewery,
Prince Edward County

Adam Cherry - Stonehooker

Best Brewery

Quite a few finalists on my list. Bellwoods, Matron, Stonehooker, Little Beasts, Town, Wellington, Collective Arts, Sawdust City, Badlands, Third Moon, Dominion City, Spearhead and Great Lakes. The brewery that stood out the most to me was the one that made me fall in love with lagers AND produced an amazing IPA. It was the folks from The County who got my vote.

Matron Brewery

Best New Brewery

This was an easy one. They opened their doors right in the middle of a Pandemic and never looked back, producing outstanding beer after outstanding beer. IPAs, Imperial Stouts, Sours: all top-notch. They've already gained quite a reputation with the hop heads and they're on most must-visit lists.

Third Moon Brewery

Beer of the Year

I had my top 10 to choose from and I wavered a bit before narrowing it down to two: Matron Janky IPA and Bellwoods Barn Owl #22. Balanced and Beautiful vs Tart and Funky. My horoscope says I'm a Libra, so balance wins.

Matron Janky IPA

Will we be doing this in 2021?
I have no idea. But I sure hope so

The Real Champions of 2020

My friend Erin at Little Beasts was quoted as saying she was sick of hearing so often how Ontario breweries were 'pivoting' their business model during Covid-19 lockdowns and restrictions. Of course, that's exactly what breweries did: most transitioned to online sales and deliveries, some sold hand sanitizer, and they all did whatever they could to stay afloat.

All those pre-Covid business plans got thrown out the window in mid-March, and breweries have been dealing with a constantly changing retail climate since then. It has been "beyond exhausting," Erin told me in October and it has not got any easier in the ensuing months.

But they have persevered and almost all are still here, making Ontario Breweries the real champions of 2020.

Honorable mention goes to you, me, and everyone else who supported our breweries this year. If we hadn't shown our support with our hard-earned dollars, well ... let me just say we all deserve a medal (or at least a pat on the back) for our service.

I hope to see some of you, with a pint of beer in hand, real soon.

Cheers!

2020 - A Year of Beer in Review (Part 1)

If there was ever a year when beer blogs would be considered irrelevant, it would be this year.

2020 was a shit-show the likes of which have not been seen before, at least not in my lifetime. Well over 200,000 cases of the Covid-19 virus in Ontario and more than 5,000 dead for starters and everyone has been affected in some way. Lives have been disrupted, jobs have been lost and millions of people have been struggling to stay afloat amid restrictions put in place to stem the tide of infection.

Along the way we have seen a social revolution spring up - particularly south of the border but also here and around the world - in the aftermath of George Floyd's murder. It was an awakening not seen since the 60s and, thanks to inflammatory policies and rhetoric from Donald Trump, it divided a nation. The awakening for me, a 61 year-old white guy who was a child in the 60s but came of age in the years that followed, was that the protests of 2020 were for the same reasons as they were in 1968: equality, justice and the freedom to walk the streets without being shot by police for the crime of being Black.

A traumatic and sometimes tragic year it was, and it would be understandable if beer and other leisure pursuits were deferred for another, brighter time. But it became clear as the year dragged on that we needed beer, and macrame, and learning to cook and any other diversion to help us get through this.

And now that the orange monster is gone, we can dream about a better future for all of us. As the wonderful Amanda Gorman said in her inauguration Day poem today, "even as we hurt, we hope."

Amen to that.

Time to talk about beer.

Lagahhhs

I never thought I would be leading off a Year-End Review blog talking about my favourite Lagers, but then I never had brews from Matron Brewery in Prince Edward County either. Thanks to Matron and the skills of brewer/co-owner Justin da Silva, I now have a favourite Helles Lager and I have now heard of a Zoiglbier.

Helles Lager - Matron Yeasayer

Kellerbier - Matron Leisure

Zoiglbier - Matron Handsome

India Pale Lager - Town Open Invite

Blonde Lager - Brock St. Strawberry Blonde

Pale Lager - Spearhead Decoy

(German) Pilsner - Dominion City Civic

(Czech) Pilsner - Stonehooker Chill Pils

(Italian) Pilsner - Indie Ale House Birroteca Bionda

That was also my first Italian-style Pilsner and it was a revelation. I need to seek out this style more often. Probably my favourite Lager, though that Helles Lager from Matron was hella good too.

Best Social Justice Statement on a Can

Nothing Civil IPA from Wellington Brewery

In the wake of George Floyd's murder and the protests against police brutality that followed, brewers stepped up to do their part to bring social justice issues into the light. Enter the Lacuna Collective - Beer Diversity's Ren Navarro, Beer Sommelier Lexi Pham and poet Truth Is ... - and Nothing Civil IPA from Wellington Brewery. The poem - displayed on every can - is a stark reminder of the challenges faced by BIPOC every day and contains these two lines, which rattle around in my head each time I read it:

Our skin is Loraine's Raisin in the Sun just as much as it is Rodney's spilled blood in the moonlight ... 

Our skin is not resisting. Our skin is not resisting. OUR SKIN. Is Resistance

The art is also beautiful, as is the beer, one of my favourites from 2021.

Speaking of Ren, that brings me to a new category for this year: Best Beer Personality and the easy first winner: Ren Navarro.

To say she's a gem would be to give diamonds and sapphires too much credit. Ren is a tireless champion of diversity in the beer industry through her consulting firm Beer Diversity and has been quite busy over the past year calling out breweries to be more vocal in making their spaces more inclusive.

She's also been called upon to consult with breweries where mistakes had been made (hello Cowbell) and to help them get back on track to be a welcoming environment for all.

Best Beer Executive - This is an award I bestow only occasionally, which is a shame because there are plenty of brewing bosses out there doing fantastic work keeping their breweries front and centre in the public consciousness. Matt Allot of Manantler (a former winner) is always up for this prize, as is Darren Smith of Lake of Bays and Jeff Talmey at Town Brewery, who brews AND spreads the good word about one of Ontario's most consistently excellent breweries.

But the winner here has to be the man behind Kingston's exploding beer scene: Spearhead Brewing's Josh Hayter has been busy spreading the good word about Spearhead, about craft beer and about doing the right thing in the face of all this craziness we face each and every day.

He might also have the sexiest beard in brewing, and that's saying a lot.

And speaking of Josh, he and his team at Spearhead also take the prize for Best Party of 2020. KingstonBeerFam2020 took place on the last day of February, three weeks before the Pandemic was declared and the same night Zamboni Driver David Ayres came out of the stands as an emergency back-up to lead the Carolina Hurricanes to a shocking victory over his employer, the Toronto Maple Leafs.

It was a memorable night as my friends and I toured six breweries and generally had a spectacular time, as one generally does during these types of events. If you asked me six months ago I'd have said we'd be doing this again in 2021. Oops. Maybe 2022.

Anyway, thanks again for a great time Josh.

Best of the Dark Arts (Stouts, Porters and Belgian sorcery)

Not a lot of choices on the list because I drank very few Stouts and their friends and not a single Porter graced my glass in 2020. Dark times; bright beers I guess. But I was still able to enjoy some fine dark beers.

Imperial Stout - Last year's winner, Peanut Butter Godiva from 5 Paddles, had some stiff competition this time from Dominion City Small and Third Moon Each Beast a God Cinamon Latte. Godiva is still the champ.

Stout - Three contenders here as well. 5 Paddles Badge Collector (Smores!) and Little Beasts Television Shepherd were both tasty, but the winner here was the beer that tasted exactly like a Viva Puff cookie: Sawdust City Viva La Stout- Chocolate Raspberry Cookie Stout.

Tripel - Stonehooker Tripel was super delicious and much smoother than any Tripel I've had before.

Quadrupel - One Quebec beer (courtesy of my pals Jeff & Murielle) and one classic Belgian quad tie in this category. Two world-class beers, in my mind. Frampton Brasse Nuit d'Automme and Rochefort Trappiste 10 for the win.

Merry Old England (Bitters, Brown Ales & English Milds)

ESBs - Fullers, Manantler Fugg Life and Gillingham's Dave are up in this category and I gave the nod to my peeps at Manantler.

Best Bitters - Wellington Arkell Best Bitter for the win here over an excellent offering from Kingston, Skeleton Park Best Bitter.

Brown Ales - Manantler is here again with their Barley Brown, as is Wellington with their County Brown Ale. I'll need a couple more of each to decide so I'll call this a draw.

English Mild - People's Pint Diamond Park was delicious.

Saisons (and their salty and wheaty cousins)

Erin Broadfoot & John Henley. (Now former)
partners at Little Beasts Brewery

Another category that doesn't get near enough attention. But my relationship with Erin Broadfoot at Little Beasts - the Queen of Saisons in this province - means that I am spoiled for choice in this classic European Farmhouse style.

All but a couple of the contenders are from this little Whitby brewery, in fact.

Imperial Saison - the All-Father, Odin, is up against the Goddess of Love (among other duties), Frejya, in this contest between barrel-aged Norse mythology-inspired brews from Little Beasts. I'm going to go with Odin (Little Beasts), which was aged in cabernet sauvignon barrels.

Bottle Conditioned - Brassiere Dupont's Saison Dupont. The Belgian legend lives up to the hype.

Saison for a Cause - Little Beasts Really Good Friends. Proceeds to PFLAG Durham.

Seasonal Saisons (say that five times fast) - Little Beasts Saison d'ete over its brewery mate, Saison d'automne

Gose - Little Beasts Little Wizards

Wheat Ale - Indie Ale House Up and At Them 

The IPAs and all their Friends

IPAs - So many fantastic IPAs in 2020. I didn't actually drink a lot of beer last year - the four I had New Year's Eve was the most I'd drank the whole pandemic - but I drank at least 29 different IPAs that made me smile and feel real loose like a long-necked goose (I know what I like). There were a few breweries with multiple brews on the list, like Great Lakes, Bellwoods and Badlands. You should take it under advisement that those breweries are probably really, really good. Anyway, I knew I had to winnow down the numbers and I got it down to four, each of which also made my Top 10 beers of the year list.

Wellington Nothing Civil, Matron Janky, Stonehooker Tantrum and Sawdust City Everyday Magic.

Spearhead's Josh Hayter (right) with my pal
Jeff at Stone City Brewery in February

Imperial IPAs - I drank far fewer double strength beers in 2020 than many of my friends of Beer Twitter but I still got my hands on a few beauties.

Faces with Cascade & Chinook (Wellington), No Sign of Land (Dominion City), IPA #13 and Surround Sound: Enigma, Moutere, Simcoe & Centennial (Collective Arts);  Absolute Unit (Town), and Thrust! An Imperial NEIPA (Great Lakes) were my top six.

Town Absolute Unit.

Triple IPAs - Ontario brewers were cranking out a lot of high octane beers in 2020 and though I didn't anticipate these beers as fervently as in years past, I still managed to get my hands of a few. Six in fact, and I debated the merits of Spearhead's Big Kahuna before choosing Block Three's M for the win.

Milkshake IPAs

A trio of good ones visited my home last year, including Collective Art Fest Pineapple Vanilla IPA, Stonehooker's Mae West Mango IPA and Bellwoods Milkshark - Concord Grape. The best of this delicious bunch was Stonehooker Mae West Mango. An easy choice actually.

Not to be confused with ... Breakfast Beers

The Collective Arts Smoothie Sour - a Christmas morning treat - was Strawberry-banana meet bumbleberry-banana with a hint of tartness at the finish. But just a hint. This is definitely more Milkshake IPA than Sour. The texture is rich and comes as advertised, with a granola-like creaminess. A really, really good breakfast beer. But not really a Sour.

Rye IPA - Stonehooker - Jack the RIPA

White IPA - Indie Ale House - Rabbit of Caerbannog. (A perennial winner)

Best Beer Writer

The number of beer blogs, stories and podcasts was down dramatically (maybe not podcasts - some streaks never die) in 2020 but that doesn't mean beer writers weren't talking. It means they weren't always talking about beer. Social issues were at the forefront last year and the best beer writers had plenty to say about that AND beer. I had Robin LeBlanc as my number one last year and she was a front-runner again. Her book-writing partner, Jordan St. John, was another contender and I thank him especially for gathering data on Ontario breweries and online sales and making it available to everyone.

But my winner is the man who never stopped talking about Ontario beer and never stopped telling us to be kind and to do the right thing and to WEAR A FUCKING MASK. His passion was addictive and I am honoured to call him my friend.

Robert Arsenault (Drunk Polkeroo)

The Pale Ales and Session Ales

Also known as the beer style I would choose first these days as my tastes seem to be leaning towards lighter fare. But all of them were full of flavour - I wouldn't honour them if they weren't.

Deece (Matron), Gollywobbler (Stonehooker), Electric Circus, Canuck and Burst (Great Lakes), Hazy State (Collective Arts), Outside Jokes and Scorpion Hill (Town), and Valkyrie and Pinion (Little Beasts).

This was a tough one, as the GLB trio (especially Burst - sooo good) gave it the ol' brewery try to try and dethrone the champ. But in the end I couldn't say no to Valkyrie (Little Beasts).

Sours

I started this blog by talking about Lagers, which are not usually my beer of choice. I'm going to finish by talking about Sours, a style which has been winning me over for a few years and in 2020 damn near stole my heart.

So many beautiful beers, and when I tried to narrow down the list I was still at 18, but from just seven breweries. Bellwoods' Jelly King series - the real OG Dry-Hopped Sour family - had seven on the ticket: Cranberry Tangerine, Raspberry Blackberry, Peach, Pineapple Tangerine Grapefruit, Apricot, Mango Passionfruit and Kiwi Passionfruit.

And that's not counting Bellwood's Barn Owl #22, which was sublime (it's on my Top 10 list) as I classed that in a separate Funky Sour category. Who knew funky & tart would work so well together?

Collective Arts had three on my catalogue of great Sour beers: Blood Orange & Hibiscus, Mango Tangerine and Blueberry Sour with Cacao Nibs. Blood Brothers and their Paradise Lost series - as consistently excellent as the Jelly Kings - also had three: Guava Coconut, Pear with Chai and Blueberry with Vanilla Spice.

Town had a pair - Greatest Riches and Fruit Dart - Blackberry, Lemon & Vanilla - and Little Beasts (The Changeling - Mango & Guava), Third Moon (Epoch with Guava, Mango & Apricot) and Stonehooker (Lemondrop) also produced lovely brews.

Three of these beers made my top 10, so a three-way tie it is:

Collective Arts Blueberry Sour with Cacao Nibs, Blood Brothers Paradise Lost Pear with Chai and Third Moon Epoch with Guava, Mango & Apricot.

Best Donuts - What, this isn't beer related? I don't care. Crave Doughnuts in Whitby is the best. And if you're scoring at home, French Toast is superior, followed by Lemon Meringue and Cranberry White Chocolate Cruller. You can thank me later.

Part 2 - the wrap-up - is tomorrow.

Cheers!