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.