Thursday, April 14, 2005

Baseball returns and my Philly regrets

I grew up in DC, back when the Redskins were terrible and the Senators, our baseball team, moreso ... but at least we had baseball.

Today, after 34 years, prodigal baseball has returned, and things don't seem as gray.

Also this week in nearby Philadelphia, professional brewers, brewery owners, brewing scientists, equipment fabricators, and assorted poobahs and grunts of the craft beer world have convened and consumed. It's the annual Craft Brewers Conference. And its a grand occasion.

It was 1997 in Seattle that I was to it last. And this year, it pains me to miss it, so palpably close. I couldn't justify the trip: selling beer, Clipper City Brewing Company beer of Baltimore, is my job now, and I could do that more effectively here.

Maybe next year!

Friday, April 01, 2005

Guinness and my father

On April 3, 2002, my father died from complications connected with Parkinson's Disease. Two evenings before he died, Dad was not able to drink but only to slurp water from a sponge. My former wife was sitting at the bedside, rehydrating the sponge.

Sipping a Guinness Stout, she did a triple take: the glass of water, the pint of beer, the water. She re-hydrated the sponge in the Guinness and gave it to Dad. He drank the sponge dry, several times.

That was to be my father's last earthly pleasure. The next day, he could no longer swallow.

Today, my mother and I toasted his memory with a Guinness.

  • My father, Albert Cizauskas, led a full and fascinating life. Read more here.
  • Help find a cure for Parkinsons Disease: here.