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.

On a day like today, when my environs are buffeted with frozen liquid from the sky, I am grateful for the household wisdom that led to the pure determination upon a move back to America’s Dairyland to live in a neighborhood with many enticing business establishments within comfortable walking distance. And I am grateful for the foolhardy heartiness of Midwesterners, who often insist that no amount of inclement weather is cause to shut down the tavern for the evening. Finally, I’m grateful to 3 Floyds Brewing Co. for making beers such as Rites of Ramm. I’m plum exhausted by this day, this week, this month, and even this year, but I was able to forget about that for a few minutes earlier this evening.

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