anchor_christmas_ale ever dumbening when the indian_summer comes six weeks late bringing dry-cindered eyes and addled brain, when the dust and stench of fractured sewer lines swirl where you're trying to work, when you've shelved a few strange frustrations and grand dreams fallen, when you know for sure the lovely woman in your portuguese class won't be returning, when the bills squeeze in and give you that elbows-drawn-tight feeling, when you sift and re-sift and just can't see with clarity, there's always that swing from equinox to solstice that brings the joy and mystery and life-affirming spicy goodness that is the anchor christmas ale. amen. 051115 what's it to you? who go blather from