Threat of Attention – The Beer
November 8, 2012
Some of you may remember that my friend Gordon named a home-brewed beer in honor of Alice when he first heard the hooch story. Photos of Gordon’s visit to Alice along with bottles of Alice’s Gumption appeared in Cheers.
Recently, Gordon read the blog post about Alice’s transformation into a rising star at The Place with the publication of the stories she’s been writing for the monthly newsletter. (See Rebirth of a Writer.)
He took note of this paragraph about the onslaught of comments and compliments she was getting about her writing:
Linnea, her new dining room partner, came to lunch eager to say how much she’d loved (the story) and suggested that Alice put all her stories together in a book. “Then you’ll have them right there any time you want to look at them.”
“Why would I do that?” Alice asked her. “I already know them. I wrote them.”
Linnea shook her head. “Don’t you see how they’ll add up?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be writing any more stories,” Alice said modestly. Here was the encouraging response she’d been hoping for from her writing, but she rushed to play it down. A solid Midwesterner is ever alert to the threat of attention. Should it appear, she must try to deflect it immediately, even if she’s been seeking it. God forbid somebody should turn around and look at you as if you might be good for anything beyond providing a helping hand.
And lo, from Gordon:
On Thanksgiving Alice and I will toast to Midwestern modesty with this fine coffee stout. Thank you once again, Gordon! Alice will be thrilled when she sees this.
More of Gordon’s original beer labels:
A side note: Gordon and I met several years ago when I started working at a job at which I knew not what I was reading (and supposedly editing), and Gordon wrote some of it. I still don’t know what it was I was reading, but it just goes to show that you can meet the best of people in the most unlikely of places and get paid for it to boot. He is a major contributor to this blog’s FAQ page, which started long ago in those cubicles with e-mails shooting back and forth. This made the confusing days in front of the confusing texts that apparently needed a confused editor simply fly by.
How do you make beer anyway? Well, here you go:
To all of us – Cheers!