Thomas F. (hardtack) - , reviewed on 2/17/2019 + 2572 more book reviews

I like beer. I mean I really like beer. I feel no supper is complete unless I have a good beer to accompany it. But I limit it to one beer. I'm a moderate beer drinker, not a boozer. And some scientific studies show moderate beer drinkers have a 34% less chance of heart disease.

But J.W. is not a moderate drinker. I mean, what kind of person has two beers with lunch and then stops off later to have another one or two in the afternoon at a bar, before going home to his wife, where they will have martinis before supper, beer or wine with supper and then cognac after supper. They are on their way to becoming alcoholics, if they are not there already.

If J.W. is invited to lunch, as he is in this book, he brings two six-packs of beer. I guess he is afraid his hosts will not serve liquor. Hey, J.W. it's time to sign up for AA!

Not many years from now, J.W. and Zee will have boozy faces and figures. They won't be invited out to eat with friends, as they will be known alcoholics who quickly descend into drunks at the table with their slurred speech.

Yet, in this book, J.W. has the nerve to criticize a fisherman who "drinks too much." Makes you wonder if the author was a boozer himself.

Oh, I forgot, there was a mystery here too.

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