Brooklyn Brewery’s Black Chocolate Stout

Being a bootleg  bon vivant, I sample many things. One of those things happens to be beer. This particular beer, 

Reminiscing and Confused

When I was a kid, my brothers and I would torture the boy-scouts during their meetings. Their meeting place was a metal roofed pavilion and was down a pretty steep embankment with a gravel drive. We always loathed them because parents and scout leaders would park in the parking lot across the alley from their entrance (no parking available next to the pavilion itself).