brewers association | capita per brewerynklr

[zoot]

Yeah, was reminded we have a local ice cream manufacturer, as well as local Gelato, and a local frozen yogurt.  Bend done changed too.  Can't see as many stars or count the satellites like we used to.  Still nice people in the undercurrent, but some of the flotsam is a little suspect.   [b]From:[/b] stephennrth@... [b]Sent:[/b] Friday, March 28, 2014 9:46 AM [b]To:[/b] nomad59@... [b]Cc:[/b] zootpatutie@... ; DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com [b]Subject:[/b] Re: [DSN_KLR650] Brewers Association | Capita per BreweryNKLR Ben and Jerrys always gets the most press but there are literally dozens of really good ice cream manufactures here in Vermont (and cheese, and maple syrup and wine and honey and well, you get the idea). Lots of butterfat! When I was a kid there was more dairy cows than people that lived here. Not sure when that changed but it sure isn't the same place anymore. Stitches Afloat LLC 4580 Harbor Road Shelburne Vermont 05482 802-985-9547 www.stitchesafloat.com stitchesafloat@... On Mar 28, 2014, at 9:49 AM, mark ward wrote:

OK OK But, Now the IMPORTANT QUESTION............. What about GOOD, RICH, CREAMY HIGH FAT ICE-CREAM?   [b]From:[/b] zoot [b]To:[/b] Stephen North ; DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com [b]Sent:[/b] Friday, March 28, 2014 9:38 AM [b]Subject:[/b] Re: [DSN_KLR650] Brewers Association | Capita per Brewery   Yeah, but 2012 stats.  We've opened 15 breweries in Central Oregon since then. No wonder the OBDR is so popular. On 3/28/2014 6:11 AM, Stephen North wrote:   http://www.brewersassociation.org/pages/business-tools/craft-brewing-statistics/breweries-per-capita And then there are the hard cider brewers..... (It's a long winter here) Stitches Afloat LLC 4580 Harbor Road Shelburne Vermont 05482 802-985-9547 http://www.stitchesafloat.com/ stitchesafloat@...

[Fred Hink]

One day a man decided to retire...  

He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.

 

He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.

 

After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.

 

In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" She replies, "I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when my fishing boat sank."

 

"Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you."

 

"Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. " I made the boat out of some raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, and the sides and stern came from an Eucalyptus tree."

 

"But, where did you get the tools?"

 

"Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. " On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in a volcanic vent I found just down island, it melted into ductile iron and I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the hardware."

 

The guy is stunned.

 

"Let's row over to my place," she says "and I'll give you a tour." So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docks the boat at a small hand built wharf. As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a long stone walk leading to a cabin and tree house.

 

While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Please sit down."

 

"Would you like a drink?"

 

"No! No thank you," the man blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another drop of coconut juice."

 

"Oh, it's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would you like a Jack Daniels neat?"

 

Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they exchange their individual survival stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There's a razor in the bathroom cabinet upstairs."

 

No longer questioning anything, the man goes upstairs into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet is a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism.

 

"This woman is amazing," he muses. "What's next?"

 

When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but a bandana around her blonde locks and some small flowers on tiny vines, each strategically positioned, she smelled faintly of coconut oil. She then beckons for him to sit down next to her.

 

"Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've both been out here for many months. You must have been lonely. When was the last time you had a really good ride? She stares into his eyes.

 

He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly as tears start to form in his eyes,

 

 

"You've built a KLR?

 

Fred http://www.arrowheadmotorsports.com

[jeffery trice]

Now thats funny!