This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another.

I will admit that I sometimes took for granted that, following my return to the Upper Midwest, I had regular and ready access to a beer that is the consensus pick as one of the best in the nation, a beer that was once mightily difficult to come by when I resided in points south. I will need to raise a pint of Bell’s Two Hearted Ale very soon, toasting to an exceptional run and a well-earned closure of a sort.

Previous entries in this series can be found by clicking on the “Beers I Have Known” tag.