Brewery Worker Dream

I was one of the first of six Sierra Nevada Brewing working stiffs in 1980. I labored there on Gilman Way until October of 1985. Ken Grossman and Paul Camusi were generous with me by letting me take Autumn sabbaticals of four to six weeks for cycling and backpacking adventures with my beautiful wife Lisa Jo. I would return to the bottling line every November and bust my butt for $5/hr through Winter, Spring and Summer until the middle of September when we would launch another outdoor escapade. Colorado River floats, British Columbia and Rocky Mountain bicycle tours, John Muir Trail backpacks. They always welcomed me back and listened to my stories. So, here we are forty years later and I have a four hour dream that puts me right back to working at the Sierra Nevada Brewery. Kenny asks me to name the next ale. I am excited to show him the label Lisa Jo and I came up with...It's called 3.2 Ale with a beautiful Sierra green background. He and Steve H. look at each other and say, "Yes, a light ale. We are ready for a light ale."