NABA Convention Cont.

July 27, 28, 29, 2017

Thursday, July 27 was a “free” day for me — for the Convention-goers, it was for seminars, Room-To-Room trading/buying/selling, and catching up with old friends at the Hospitality room.

Jack and I headed out to discover what the Kalamazoo River Valley Trail was all about — a friend we spoke with at the Brewmaster’s dinner the night before warned that the trail out our way (east of town) was not terribly pleasant, as it was right beside a traffic-filled road that was under construction, complete with new asphalt.

So we drove our bikes to Comstock and parked at the South Wenke Park lot, and headed from there toward Kazoo. It was fine, even though it was along the road (business 94), but from Comstock toward Kazoo, it was not under construction.

The layout was quite dicey, however, when the trail went under the bridge on the east side of town, and we passed a popular homeless hang-out, which was creepy enough. But then we went just north of town, and the scenery got very industrial and we rode (quickly) past several individuals who were staggering about to a significant degree.

Shortly, however, we left the dingiest part of North Kalamazoo, and, while it was still urban, it wasn’t quite so filthy and decrepit. Eventually we crossed some rail road tracks, left the river proper, and headed into suburbia, which was quite nice. We made it to the northern terminus of the trail, and the best bit was encircling the nature preserve, although we did not go into the Nature Center itself. The way along that final 3 miles of the northern leg of the trail was shady, cool, green, and hilly, believe it or not. It was quite nice all along there.

Once we reached the end (about the 13-mile marker, although since we carved some of the mileage off by starting at Wenke Park, our cyclometers read 10.5 mi.) we turned around and headed back. The return timing proved to be beneficial, because the North Kazoo and Under-Bridge activity seemed to have abated with the rising of the sun (not that we had been there all that early on the outbound trip). Still, because of the urban-ness of the ride, we elected not to pedal into Kazoo proper to have lunch, but instead returned to Comstock, loaded up the bikes and went back to Roomba for a lunch of chicken salad and chips. Unfortunately, the trail was relatively uninspiring, so I took exactly zero photos.

I had discovered, through Facebook, that a long-ago High School good friend lived near Kazoo, and he got into touch and suggested we get together. We arranged to meet at Hop Cat in downtown, and so we headed out around 6:30P to link up. What a grand time we had. I don’t think Leroy’s changed a bit since High School, although we’ve all gotten heavier and older. He’s doing great, though, and that was excellent to hear and share with him what’s been going on with me in the intervening 42 years. I’m so glad we were able to make it work out to share a meal together.

When we drove back to the campground, Jack drove us out to the Eagle Lake area, where he had ridden his bike on Wednesday. It was quite lovely as the sun set behind us and the shadows lengthened on the water. Took a few pix of the day-use folks who were down there with us.

Friday was a very early day for me, as I was expected to attend a 7AM Board of Directors’ meeting. I was into the car and headed into the Radisson by about 6:15. Parked at the $9.75/day lot near the rear entrance of the hotel, as I’d done each day so far (on Water Street), but the rear entrance didn’t open to the public until 7. Eventually I got to the front doors and found a cup of coffee, and headed down to the meeting.

The President managed to keep the entire event (which included breakfast) to 2 hours, so everyone was able to get ready for the Big Event of the day, the members-only auction. I took some photos there, chatting with members and watching the action until I just had to head out for lunch. It was also freezing cold in the room, so it was good to be outside for a bit to find lunch.

I stayed for the Full Bottle Swap, for which I’d brought my fave (nearly) hometown brew, Parkway Brewery’s Get Bent Mountain IPA (Salem, VA). I came home with 6 IPAs from other parts of the world, including one from our own Virginia Beach.

Raced home to pick up Jack and turn around and get back so we both could participate in the “Taste of Michigan” display of breweriana and the Bell’s Brewery sampling of an enormous variety of their brews that we never see in Virginia. Then we had the Friday Banquet, at which Larry Bell (founder of Bell’s) was the guest speaker. It was, as usual, a pretty fun event with excellent food.

Saturday, July 29 was slightly more leisurely, since the Public Trade Show (where members display their wares on tables in the show room and the public is invited to buy, ask questions, etc.) doesn’t officially start until 9AM. I got there just as the members had finished setting up and the public began perusing tables full of all types of beer memorabilia. I took photos of the action for a while, and then returned (meter-free parking on Saturday!) to our campsite, which Jack had begun packing up in prep for an early departure on Sunday. When he got to a stopping place, we headed about a half-hour’s drive down to Portage, where my brewery buddy, Dave lives.

Dave and I have known each other for years, but only virtually. He has another buddy, George, with whom he’s written several articles for the magazine I edit, and Dave has written one or two solo contributions to the oeuvre. He has been unable to attend many of the Conventions in person, but a couple of years ago, I met George face to face, and this Kazoo Convention was our opportunity to introduce ourselves.

We had a lovely visit with Dave, and met his pup, Smiley. Dena, Dave’s wife, was away for a bit, but she arrived later, and I was so glad to have the chance to meet her also. We talked beer and told stories and shared a beer together, and overall had a grand old time. Dave has led an interesting life, and I was very happy to meet him for real.


Some of Dave’s Breweriana

The final event of the Convention was the Saturday banquet. It was very low-key and involved not only a 50/50 raffle, but also a free chance to win an all-expenses-paid trip to Virginia’s own Blue and Gray show, which one of the NABA board members has been running for years and years. Everyone had a grand time, and said goodbye for another year.

Upon arrival back at camp, Jack and I hitched up the car and readied for an early departure.

NABA Convention, Kazoo

July 25 & 26, 2017

Not much to report about our travel day to Ft. Custer State Recreation Area in Michigan. Happily, it was an uneventful drive, we set up camp in a decent spot (site #16) with lots of shade, and settled in a bit before we went to the National Association Breweriana Advertising (NABA) Convention hotel, the downtown Radisson Kalamazoo, so we could register and let folks know we had arrived.

A bit about the camping: deep, thick undergrowth all around well-forested spaces arranged in the shape of a “pair of kidneys.” Lots of poison ivy and oak everywhere (no hammock-hanging here, I can tell you!). There is no water at the sites, but potable water at the dump station, so we pulled in there at the get-go to fill our fresh water tank, as usual, using our own filter to do so.


The bath house is very near our site, and it is elderly and frankly, not all that tidy. There’s a playground behind it, and sometimes the kids use the facilities as an aspect of their hide-and-seek games. But the good news is that the showers are individual, across the hall from the restroom facilities, and there is a family restroom/shower for parents with young kids to use.

Another strange downside is that one must buy a $35 non-resident recreational pass just to get in and out of Michigan’s RAs. It is good for a year, but I think there will be few MI recreational areas we’re going to visit over the next 12 months. But just so one’s aware of the need, it won’t be such a surprise.

Back at the NABA Convention (the Radisson is about a half-hour drive from Ft. Custer SRA, although it’s only about 15 miles — one must leave “our” town of Augusta and thread through Galesburg and Comstock before winding one’s way into the downtown area, with significant construction and lots of traffic lights). We found our way to the registration/hospitality room on the 9th floor — again, rather strange because one needs to have a card-key to get to the 9th floor. Those of us registered but not staying at the hotel have to get a special pass from the front desk just so the elevator will go up there. Once we got there, however, the Bell’s Two-Hearted Ale was on tap and the folks were friendly and it was good to see a few peeps and catch up a bit.

Shortly thereafter, Jack and I went to Bell’s Eccentric Cafe in downtown for dinner and had good sandwiches and excellent onion rings. A half-hour later, we were back at Roomba and without much ado headed to bed.

This is where the Bell’s Brewing legend began, now their signature downtown eatery.


The first “real” day of Convention activities is often a long one for me. Jack stayed at camp while I drive in to catch the bus for the day’s tour, starting at 9 and finishing (with luck) at 4:30. Our first stop was the Bell’s production brewery out in the Comstock Commercial Park (back toward camp!). Our group of about 45 broke into 3 sub-groups and each sub-group had a guide. It was an excellent tour and the facility was so much more than just an industrial-style factory buiding (as so many breweries tend to be). I won’t go into too many details but Larry Bell started brewing beer and educating his public about “real” beer flavor and nuance back in 1985. By 1989, he was kicking the market in the Kalamazoo area, and some folks credit him and his mainly British-style ales etc. with having a major influence on the start-up of what we now know as the craft beer industry. Our guide told us that by 1989 there were a total of 280-some breweries in the US, including the multi-nationals. Today there are something like 5500 breweries in the US, so Larry Bell was brewing excellent beer and making a business of it decades before 5,220-ish breweries even got into business. And he was teaching a whole lot of folks that beer could be better than what Budweiser, Miller, Coors, and Pabst were offering.

Anyway — from there we went to lunch early at the Bell’s Eccentric Cafe, where we had our own room, food, servers, and our bus ticket bought us each one beer from the taps.

From there, we went to the Gilmore Car Museum, about 15 miles out of town. Certainly, antique cars are not my big thing, but the 90-acre campus full of barns full of vehicles and their history is quite amazing. Attached to but not directly associated with the car museum is the Michigan Miniatures Museum, where I saw many teensy-weensy rooms, houses, stores, crofts, etc etc etc. It was an amazing glimpse into the artistry and perfection of craftspeople who reproduce (or invent) scale replicas of things, people, and spaces (there even was a Waterford crystal setting — either a “home” or a “museum”). It’s difficult to tell from some of these photos, but the scales ranged from one inch = one foot to one-quarter inch = one foot. With everything to scale.

There was one fun bit at the car museum, that included a 1939 Packard coupe hitched to (and supposedly towing) a 1937-39 Conestoga Covered Wagon camping trailer. Pretty cool stuff.

Kalamazoo was also home to the Checker car and car parts company. That is in the past tense because it was only during the most recent Recession (2008-ish) when the company went out of business, even though it’s been ages and ages since it made its famous Checker Cabs. The 1923 company survived post-WWI recession, the Great Depression, the failure of its partner business (E.L. Cord conglomerate) in 1937, the WWII economy and post-WWII. But the thing that destroyed the car-manufacturing part of the business was crash testing mandated by the federal government in the 1970s. After 59 years, the last Checker rolled off the line in 1982. The company continued until 2008-ish by selling car parts.


As for the Gilmore Car Museum, it was started in the 1960s when Donald S. Gilmore began collecting vintage cars, including a 1927 Ford Model T, and 1913 Rolls-Royce, and a 1920 Pierce-Arrow, all of which he restored himself. He then acquired 90 acres in SW MI in the small town of Hickory Corners. His wife encouraged him to showcase his collection, so they created a nonprofit foundation and opened the museum to the public on Sunday July 31, 1966. Today, it’s the largest auto museum in North America, with 6 onsite partner museums (like the miniatures place I visited) and the auto collection features 400 vehicles.

Next our bus tour went to a member’s home to see his collection of breweriana, and our host and hostess were gracious and generous. More beer and nibbles were enjoyed by all before we headed back to the Radisson.

We were about 15 minutes behind our hoped-for time, so I had too little time to get back to camp for a shower. So I got back to camp to pick up Jack and we about-faced to get to the “big event” of the Convention, from my perspective anyway, which is the famous Brewmaster’s Dinner. At this event, different styles of beer are paired with different courses of the meal, and sometimes the recipes for the meal are augmented with beer. It is always a very relaxed and fun event, and this one was no exception, even featuring a starter course of cheeses and roasted vegetables that came before the salad. Even though we got there late and had to catch up on the starter course, we sat with some great fellow members and had a wonderful time. Saw additional friends from past Conventions there, and stayed long past when the bus crew was breaking down the tables.

We’re finally getting the hang of getting in and out of Kazoo, and back to our abode without the map software in the car.

By the way, while I was bus touring, Jack hopped on his bike and explored the camp/recreation area. He found few multi-use or bike trails in the RA, but tootled around the paved roads and some of the almost-good-for-bikes (that weren’t mountain bikes) trails, and got 15 miles on the odometer. He reported seeing a large raptor of some sort, either an immature bald eagle or an osprey.

Home Again

The National Association Breweriana Advertising’s 42nd Convention is history now. I’m home again after an uneventful series of flights, although Delta destroyed my travel bag — and I paid them an extra $25 to carry the thing, too. But whatcha gonna do?

Here are some final “seen around Green Bay” images:

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Trade show

Trade show set up this morning, and many pieces were sold and traded. This is the only “open to the public” event held at the NABA convention, and even though it is Packer Family Weekend in Green Bay, we had a good # of walk-ins for the event. Many items beyond brewing antiques were available, though I took pix of primarily brewery-related stuff.











Events and goings-on

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Lovely dinner with friends at one of our Convention partner breweries, Hinterland.

I promised the breweries names from our beer tasting seminar yesterday, and they are:


Kalamazoo Brewing Company

Stone Cellar

New Holland

After a directors meeting, our big members-only event began with a nice showcase of special pieces in collections. I captured a few random photos of items to share here.


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Brewmaster’s Dinner + Beer Tasting Seminar

Last night’s Brewmaster’s Dinner was excellent, as is traditional for this event. Even though it is an extra ticket fee, I’ve been to every one that’s been on offer since I’ve been attending these NABA Conventions, and they have all be excellent. Sometimes, the food is cooked with beer; sometimes, there are different styles of beer paired with different courses of the meal. This one was one of the latter, primarily, although our first course was a beer-cheese soup that was quite delicious.

The first course (the abovementioned soup) was paired with a ‘white IPA’ which I’d never heard of before, but those at my table said was a trend commencing in the industry. Most tastings leave the hoppy IPAs for the final or end-sampling, due to it’s extreme hoppiness/bitterness that tends to overwhelm the palate. Beginning with this style was fine, however, because the soup was strongly flavored and the white IPA stood up well to it.

Hinterland’s brewer Scott Kissman was our guide through the beers and his choices in pairings with the food served. Their White IPA is called, I believe “White Cap.”

Next we had a salad paired with the Hinterland Saison, a golden Belgian-style, with a crisp citris flavor and a spicy finish. It was delightful with the salad, which included sweetened, cinnamon walnuts, & dried cherries, topped with a champagne vinaigrette.

The main course was a lovely tenderloin, gently topped with a wild mushroom sauce, potatoes, & fresh asparagus with yellow bell peppers. This course was paired with an Amber Ale, which had a slightly caramel flavor, and held up quite well in complement to the beef & mushrooms.

Dessert was a chocolate layer torte, of course, paired with Hinterland’s Luna Coffee Stout. I don’t normally eat chocolate late in the evening, nor do I normally care for stouts. But this was an excellent pairing that I thoroughly enjoyed and, unfortunately, paid the price for eating in having a difficult time falling asleep several hours later. But it was definitely worth it.

I plan to go visit Scott at Hinterland today for lunch.




NABA often offers members who don’t care to tour the host city activities at the hotel, and today (Thursday) was no exception. The first seminar was an update on the progress of our long-awaited, rebuilt website (, that is very close to being fully functional. It can already be visited, but there are several areas still under construction, and the member sign-up is still unavailable.

The 11 o’clock seminar was about tasting micro beers, judging a beer’s qualities (given the style the brewer intended) what to expect when sampling a brewer’s offerings, etc. We began with the AB standard, Budweiser. Our guides on this adventure (a team of folks who know their stuff either from home-brewing, brew-judging, and connoisseur tasters, led by Fred & Mary Clinton [who used to write the “Travels with Barley” column for the NABA magazine, The Breweriana Collector]) advised that, as a beer warms up the ingredients/flavors become more noticeable, and recommended we re-taste the Budweiser after letting it warm for about 15-20 minutes. They pointed out that, whereas a good microbrew will get better with warmth, a Bud gets worse, because the additives and preservatives come to the forefront, overwhelming what little flavor is there in the original brew.

Next was an Oberon Belgian style, light and flavorful, to compare with the standard American mass beer. After that was an amber ale from a brewery I’m afraid I didn’t recognize (and failed to write down, I hate to report). Stone Arch, the brewpub we visited yesterday, offered their Scottish Ale, and next was a porter with a crow on the label. I’ll go to the Clintons and get the participating breweries’ names, I promise.

We finished with one of my favorite all-time brews, Bell’s Brewery Two-Hearted Ale, a smooth, hoppy IPA.

Questions and discussions surrounded pasteurization and its effects on flavor; the trend in Belgian-style brewing toward “sour” beers; alcohol content and hops as shelf-life extenders; and weird micro-brewer additions like thyme, coriander, and berries, and their relative successes and failures. It was a great seminar, where some of the participants offered insights along with the leaders.







Bus tour stops 4 & 5

After lunch, we took a quick look-see at the renovation progress at Appleton Beer Factory in downtown Appleton. Proprietor Ben and his dad and wife, plus other family members and close friends, are working in their spare time on renovating a 1940s era auto parts store. When done, it will be a brewery with a tasting area, eating areas, commercial kitchen, and more. They’re preserving as much of the salvageable bits and pieces of the historic building as possible, including some really interesting windows, and some of the original brick.

Their current plan/track is to be brewing their first batches of beer this fall. And they’re working really hard to manage this goal. But they looked pretty far away from attainment of that goal to this untrained observer . . . Still, we all wish them the best of luck because they are truly excited and ambitious, dedicated and enthusiastic business owners.







After that quick stop, we headed to Mishicot, and found the Opera House Antiques. There is a public antiques store with a wealth of interesting items, but we were allowed into the main building for a special viewing of the owner’s private collection. It was a rare, amazing, awe-inspiring experience that left quite a lot of these crusty collectors speechless.









Convers Overheard

“I used to hitchhike a lot. I had one rule to decide whether to accept a ride or not: if I opened the door and saw either a Bible or a stack of pornography; or both, I declined. Especially if I saw both.”

“As I’ve gotten older, I’ve had to revise my standards. Now, 9:30 AM is a little early for a beer.”