After spending many years in Juneau I had the misfortune a few winters back of breaking the handle on my snowshovel. In my way of thinking, the only sensible recourse available was to move to Arizona for the snowy months, thereby negating the unnecessary expense of replacing the shovel.
Now, don't think that this effort has been without trepidation and sacrifice. Going for months without Alaskan Amber is no mean feat. How refreshing it was then to read that the Larsons will soon be quenching the dry palates of us ex-pats with their world-renowned beverage here in the desert. But please keep it simple. After all, it would be embarrassing to go to the supermarket to pick up some "Snowbird Stout."
Gold Canyon, Ariz.