Wishing Away the Winter Woes
Rough winter, eh?
Even if it doesn’t prove to be the statistically worst in Westchester history, it sure as hell feels that way. Nasty, unforgiving, relentless—pick your adjective. Or your simile: “It’s like a boxer with a good jab,” likens Rob Walpole of Hawthorne as he sips a small-batch ‘IP’Session India Pale Ale. “You circle it, looking for an opening, and he gets you with the trip-hammer jab. Next thing you know–eight more inches of snow.”
Yet today, the boxer is resting. The sun is out and it’s close to 50. I brought Rob along for a reason—he was part of our beer tasting, wise cracking panel when “Notes” convened at a local block …