It’s a good thing the Pilgrims weren’t as puritanical as some of their progeny, because – even though it was perfected here – beer wasn’t born in America. But honestly – beer doesn’t need to rely on anyone or anything to ensure its survival. I can’t help but compare the tale of beer in our country to the journey of Tolkien’s The One Ring. It has been an important part of a revolution, it was taken over by an evil giant, it was lost for a time and it was re-discovered by a crafty culture of folks that were mainly interested in having a good time. Let’s just hope we never have to destroy it in order to save humanity.