Leinenkugel Guy 47 x 365

Scruffy, old, and perpetually tipsy when I encountered him in Chetek, he was the black sheep of the of the Leinenkugel family. He’d buy anyone a beer as long as it was a Leinie. It was said that he was being paid good money to stay away from the brewery.

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Otter said…
I've been to that brewery!

It was my father's hobby/passion to tour breweries. Of course it was back in the day before automation. When real people worked the floors.
10/31/06, 12:07 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
That's so cool!

My husband and I included a tour of the Leinenkugel Brewery on our first honeymoon itinerary (the one we took with our freinds).
10/31/06, 12:30 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Of course I meant friends.
10/31/06, 12:30 PM
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