Howdy pardner! Good to see you again. Why don't you dust off yer chaps with yer ten-gallon fly swatter, set a spell, and let ol' Dusty regale you with tales of shiny nuggets extracted from the deep Blue-and-Gold mines of Brewers' lore.
It's the early 70's, a time so long ago you can only get there by taking an Uber to a taxi to a greyhound bus to a horse and buggy. It was an era of Urban Cowboys, Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns, and Evel Knievel jumping canyons on a motorcycle. It was a
