Oh yeah! Cliché time!  

Of course this week we’re going to discuss the termination of the year two thousand and fourteen with the imminent birthing of the two thousand fifteen version culminating with a hockey game played outdoors (of course he’s going to talk about hockey! Some things will never change!) on a day that the Three Penny Taproom will be closed. That day will be Thursday. We will not be open that day. I, for one, will be watching the aforementioned hockey spectacle happening in or around the capital of the United States of American States. But we will be closed nonetheless.


I hope that wherever you find yourself at the stroke of midnight on Wednesday night (I’ll probably be actually and literally counting sheep – I just got a mob of lambs so in a year or so I’ll have a bunch of yoe and bucks kicking around, that is unless I just got hoggets but I’ll love them just the same) I hope you won’t be left out in the cold when other people around you start singing the traditional song for that time of the day/year. You probably know the tune but do you know the lyrics? I didn’t. So, I’ve mimeographed them from the library and I’m going to reproduce them here so that you can look on your telephones that are mobile and sing along with everyone else. That’s the thought anyway.


Here’s the song. It’s called auld lang syne.


Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and long, long ago?




For long, long ago, my dear, for long, long ago, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for long, long ago.


And surely you’ll buy your pint cup! and surely I’ll buy mine! And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for long, long ago.



We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since long, long ago.




We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared since long, long ago.



And there’s a hand my trusty friend! And give me a hand o’ thine! And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for long, long ago.





I was originally going to impart some sort of fun little game to play along with the song (kind of like the people at Fenway Park always go “Bah Bom Bom Bom” to that song about South Carolina or something) but I figured we could just leave traditions as traditions do.


As far as beer is concerned, here’s what you have to look forward to at the moment and then leading up until Thursday (when we’re closed) and then after Thursday (when we’re not closed any longer):


Oxbow Farmhouse Pale Ale (FPA): we like this beer a lot. It’s basically an American Pale Ale that’s fermented with a really awesome Farmhouse/Saison yeast. The resulting birth is a party in your mouths.


Hill Farmstead Society & Solitude #2: Imperial India BLACK Ale. Notice I didn’t say PALE Ale. That’s because this beer isn’t pale. And if we’re using double negatives then this beer is not no awesomeness.


Fiddlehead Second Fiddle: People seem to really enjoy this Double IPA and you should agree with those people.


Rising Tide d’Hiver: It’s a dark rye saison. Remember when I made that reference to Northern Exposure and how whenever the first snow would fly in their town they would all go out onto the streets and yell “Bon Hiver!” to each other. Well, that’s the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about this beer. It has nothing to do with the beer except for it makes me happy. So does the television show that I haven’t seen in probably twenty years.



Aside from all of that, dear reader, I wish you and yours nothing but great tidings and the warmest of blessings for the new year coming up!




Robert Burns, TPT