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...Kleiser, who is 30, doesn't seem to know what he is talking about. He has no feel for the times when kids were trying to resolve the contradictions between an inherited style of surviving adolescence and the radically different, new possibilities. Pat Boone and Elvis Presley, the malt shop and the rock concert, the jalopy and the drag racer, white bucks and black leather jackets-for a while in the '50s, two ways of being a teen-ager existed side by side. The poignancy of Grease derived from that juxtaposition: Can sweet Sandy, representing the Sandra...
...Kentucky "Jaybird" because he was always jabbering about some wrongness the world had done to him, and some wrongness was always being done, it seemed, in that east Kentucky town, in 1840 no longer the frontier but still a place where a man could make a decent living making malt whiskey and selling it to the survivors of the Iroqois Five Nations, and nobody would care until the night when Jaybird Bell, liquored up on his own hooch, killed a man in a knife fight. Then he would have to flee, back across the line into western Virginia, up into...
...home last weekend - to eat and drink. Senior Writer Stefan Kanfer, who chronicled the aesthetics of beer, imbibes neither hard liquor nor water - only beer. "If they did an analysis of my blood," he says, "they'd find 10% red corpuscles, 10% white corpuscles and 80% hops and malt." Of the 187 varieties of classic beer, Kanfer has sampled about 100. Says he: "That's not over a weekend or even a year, but over a lifetime of quaffsmanship." Associate Editor Paul Gray, who wrote the junk-food story, made forays last weekend to McDonald...
...found on draft, at taverns-the places Patrick Henry called "cradles of liberty." So they still are, only now the liberty is freedom of choice. There, across the stretches of mahogany are pump handles gleaming with the promise of alchemy. Somewhere at the other end of the pipe, malt, hops and yeast have been transformed into a series of heady potions...
There is lager, that aged beer, redolent of malt and yeast, as cold as a riverbed and as hearty as an anthem. Or ale, with an aroma the patron can walk on. Or porter and stout, those distinct dark ales with creamy heads and the personality of Irish storytellers. Or bock beer, with its heady perfume and heavy persuasive taste. Or malt liquor-but the list is endless...