A line of excellence.

A line of excellence.

Holger and Max had been planning to go out for an evening of beer, at a bar where they would order a meter of Bier and enjoy drinking the glasses over the course of an evening. I went with them. I have written much about the Westings, and they are dear friends. I miss them, and look forward to spending time in their company again. (I miss fresh German beer, too.) Prost, friends.

Max and I with beers.

Max and I with beers.

One ahead ...

One ahead …

Father and son toast.

Father and son toast.