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bringing Tupperware.” Birthday boy Leonard proudly displays his pristine plate, which he
has evidently literally licked clean, to loud approval.
We were supposed to be drinking Oatmeal Stout with the bread pudding. I get the glass
about a third of the way down and that's it, I'm topped off. Kevin stops by. “So how's the
column coming?” he says. “I don't know,” I reply, “I'm kinda drunk now,” and he grins.
We pull into the train depot in Anchorage at eight o'clock. It's rainy and dark outside
and nobody's in a hurry to leave the light and warmth and camaraderie and beer behind.
The Great Alaska Beer Train is a wonderful little four-hour mini-vacation during which
you can leave the provisioning to the talented folks of the Glacier Brewhouse and the
driving up to Alaska Railroad.
Rhonda and I both are going again next year, and so are all our friends, who may con-
sider themselves warned.
