… over twenty-three miles, mostly on one leg, three more and I could have submitted another entry for a virtual marathon

… one leg remaining operational.

… well, I needed the exercise, didn’t I?

There is a distinct possibility that the Cask Whisperer will be making more frequent exploratory raids into Bushwick in the near future.

What if you were stuck here in NYC instead, going crazy over the lack of choice, just doing the same old thing every weekend?

Manhattan – Queens – Roosevelt Island – Queens – Manhattan – Brooklyn, all in six stops.

I usually keep a fairly low profile at any event that I attend, but here, much whispering occurred, possibly due the delicious lubrication available.

Yeah, I know. Me and everybody else.

I promise …

… bwains! Bwains!

It took until this past Saturday to feel vaguely decent again.
Decent enough that I was finally up for a beer.

All 266 casks could be considered as unique brews; some more unique than others …

… crowds of tourists wandering aimlessly along and between Fifth and Sixth Avenues …

… they both got speculative visits from the Cask Whisperer this past week.

… but a (non-literal) bucket-load of fun for all.

… two camels looking for a straw.