Jim, we never made it to Sturgis together before God called you home. My first Sturgis brew was for you, brother. Landshark may not be the best beer in the world (I am sure you are enjoying a heavenly, monk-made Westy 12 as I write), but you know what? This lager slakes a man's thirst better than the O'Doul's we used to choke down back in Ooooold Baghdad. Here's to you, Jim! Rest in well-deserved peace.
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