tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post3353638652294518914..comments2023-11-05T03:56:08.325-08:00Comments on Murrmurrs: The Key To HoppinessMurr Brewsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-52735676817248770602011-04-05T15:30:25.351-07:002011-04-05T15:30:25.351-07:00Gotta hand it to you, walking twelve miles in a da...Gotta hand it to you, walking twelve miles in a day. Favorite photo: portolets. Why do I have to read this post when I'm stranded, four days into winelessness, in a B & B in an unfamiliar and possibly dry town? I cut my teeth on Guinness, too, and everything else just seems like Clydesdale wee. I can only drink lighter beers if they're ice-cold. And I have to be within six feet of a Julie Zickefoosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06654698829603424649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-86112701557014387092011-04-05T15:30:24.938-07:002011-04-05T15:30:24.938-07:00I had no idea such lovely things happened in Portl...I had no idea such lovely things happened in Portland. The beer was good, you say, and I'll believe you. However, the walking part, especially after consuming many tastee tastes sounds awful. My personal view is that motels were invented for sincere seekers after beer enlightenment. Thank the Lord.Nancy Ortizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12692670262340283819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-84115750548974986012011-04-05T15:30:24.632-07:002011-04-05T15:30:24.632-07:00Thank you! Being basically home-bound, I appreciat...Thank you! Being basically home-bound, I appreciate "getting out" by vicariously joining bloggers as they enjoy life.Sometimes Saintly Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939152657551690867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-15819011598930021762009-10-02T19:58:49.537-07:002009-10-02T19:58:49.537-07:00Thank you! Being basically home-bound, I appreciat...Thank you! Being basically home-bound, I appreciate "getting out" by vicariously joining bloggers as they enjoy life.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16939152657551690867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-89389974951952758132009-09-30T19:16:09.659-07:002009-09-30T19:16:09.659-07:00I had no idea such lovely things happened in Portl...I had no idea such lovely things happened in Portland. The beer was good, you say, and I'll believe you. However, the walking part, especially after consuming many tastee tastes sounds awful. My personal view is that motels were invented for sincere seekers after beer enlightenment. Thank the Lord.Nancy Ortizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692670262340283819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-73248763455047692162009-09-30T18:23:11.677-07:002009-09-30T18:23:11.677-07:00Gotta hand it to you, walking twelve miles in a da...Gotta hand it to you, walking twelve miles in a day. Favorite photo: portolets. Why do I have to read this post when I'm stranded, four days into winelessness, in a B & B in an unfamiliar and possibly dry town? I cut my teeth on Guinness, too, and everything else just seems like Clydesdale wee. I can only drink lighter beers if they're ice-cold. And I have to be within six feet of a Julie Zickefoosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06654698829603424649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-88357336906968316692009-09-30T13:24:50.388-07:002009-09-30T13:24:50.388-07:00Ah yes. A long time ago for me, too, but I rememb...Ah yes. A long time ago for me, too, but I remember having trouble keeping it squarely between the lines--and that was the center line, which had split in two. It is amazing I lived to be so danged old.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-46480259259011574962009-09-30T10:52:57.170-07:002009-09-30T10:52:57.170-07:00Oh, to be within walking distance of such a event!...Oh, to be within walking distance of such a event! The local one is fifteen minutes away by car -- but I gave up that kind of driving a lonnnnng time ago, although way back in my murky past I did take a certain idiotic pride in being able to keep the vehicle squarely within the lines when I was, as my Brit boyfriend put it, legless. So these days the beer fests are at my place, and sometimes, I Catbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08817359455864023690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468223150447785936.post-89149988618292020192009-09-30T05:13:59.080-07:002009-09-30T05:13:59.080-07:00Sounds like a great time! Love the names too..here...Sounds like a great time! Love the names too..here they tend to go for whole sentences as in Holy Ol' Whistlin' and such...which becomes unpronounceable after taste or four!Susan Ellishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04155106135649887676noreply@blogger.com