Mind the dust, and a couple more Pumpkin Beers

The theme I use for the site needs updating. Every time I log in, the little “1” next to the Updates tab stares scornfully at me. I’ve avoided updating, trying to ignore that little “1”, because I didn’t create a new theme and then tweak it; I directly tweaked the old theme. Naughty, naughty. But if I update the theme, it will probably break the changes I made. However, I’ve been toying with changing up the look of the site, and that would be a good enough reason to go ahead and update and break everything. Stand by, the site might look funky for a few days as a result.

Now, the beer… tried a couple of new Pumpkin Beers in honor of fall; Terrapin Beer Company Pumpkinfest and Blue Point Brewing Pumpkin Ale.

Terrapin is a local company, so I want to like it. It’s got a nice orange color, decent head, and a fair pumpkin-spice odor. However, it’s also got a very hoppy taste… a little too hoppy for me. Not unpalatable to me, but still too hoppy for my liking. It tends to overwhelm any pumpkin spice taste until after the swallow; although it’s a nice graham-cracker taste then. I’ll have to give it a pass.

Blue Point Pumpkin Ale is definitely not too hoppy. It’s also not very… pumpkiny. Not very malty, either. In fact, other than the color, there’s really nothing there to distinguish it from a Bud Light. Pretty disappointing, and I’m glad it was gifted to me rather than my having wasted money on it. Probably the bottom of the list of any of the pumpkin beers I’ve tasted.

So what’s the scoop?

OK. I’ve made allusions to it in past posts. I haven’t felt comfortable talking about it until it was settled legally. Having finally received the paperwork that says I’m done with everything associated with this case, I can post this now.

If you’ve followed this ‘blog, all two of you, then you know that I lost my job and my career in law enforcement in the spring of 2010. What I haven’t talked about is how all that came about. I’ve had a lot of people ask me about it (I’ve had contact with a fair percentage of law enforcement in NE Georgia as an instructor), and I’ve heard a lot of rumors about it (including that I falsified a C-12 POST form on orders from the Sheriff, which is a load of crap). I get tired of telling the story, so here it is, as something I can refer people to. If they doubt it, they can check with the other people involved. It’s as accurate as it can be from my side of the story.

In 2009, the chief deputy for Barrow County Sheriff’s Office lost his bid for election and his opponent took office; a man who didn’t appreciate folks who didn’t support him (among other people who supported the chief deputy instead of this guy, me). Murray, the former Chief Deputy who lost the election, went to work as the Chief Deputy for Stephens County and offered me a position as the training coordinator there. So, I ended up at Stephens County.

Stephens County, as I’ve posted on the ‘blog, was a mess. Seriously outdated policies and procedures, worn out equipment and uniforms, a brand new jail that no one knew how to run. Supervisors couldn’t manage their people or their divisions. A whole lot of problems and the only people capable of fixing them were me, Murray, and the head of Investigations. So, in addition to creating and running a training program from scratch, I got to be the IT manager, help write a new policy and procedure manual, run the hiring and recruitment process, apply for grant funds, assist Murray with the budget, and run quartermaster- bidding on, purchasing, and disbursing everything from uniforms to bullets. That’s about three full-time and several part-time jobs right there. However, at least the Sheriff did recognize my contributions and promoted me to Lieutenant with a small pay raise. Not sure it was worth the stress level, though.

Stephens County also had a new District Attorney in 2009. One of the platforms both he and the Sheriff ran on was combatting drug crime. When he took office, he formed a multi-jurisdictional drug task force that took officers from each of the local law enforcement agencies in his three-county district. The officers were hired and paid by their parent agencies, but worked for and reported to the DA. Stephens didn’t have a candidate for the task force at the beginning of the year, but the DA had a suggestion for someone for us to hire. The Sheriff gave me his application and I did his background. He’s a good officer, had left his previous agency to go work for Dyncorp, one of the companies that sent contractors to Iraq and Afghanistan, for a year. However, when he left his last agency, he hadn’t gotten his 20 hours of annual training or annual qualification/use of deadly force class.

(In Georgia, all law enforcement officers have to get 20 hours of additional training each year, as well as pass an annual qualification with their handgun and take a use of deadly force class. If they don’t get this training, on midnight of Dec. 31 of that year, they lose their powers of arrest. However, if they make up the training and send in a waiver form, their power of arrest will be reinstated. This isn’t unusual- a lot of cops leave thinking they’ll never get back into law enforcement and have to do a waiver when they do return. When I started at Stephens and did a training audit, I found 15 people in the agency who needed a waiver.)

So, I passed on my findings to the Sheriff, including the fact that he’d need to make up training and do a waiver, and he was hired straight into the task force. This was in the summer of 2009. After that, I never saw him again until October; he was get all of his training through the task force and the DA’s office.

All well and good, until September 2009. Two people from the task force, including this officer, Billy Shane, were following a confidential informant (CI) who was supposed to be meeting a dealer in a motel to buy cocaine. They watched her get into a car with a white male they didn’t recognize, saw him drive her to a convenience store across from the motel, get out and go to an ATM; then saw him give her some money and she left. Well, needless to say, they wanted to know who he was, so they approached the car he was driving. The officers were in plain clothes but had badges around their necks. Billy Shane went to the passenger side while his partner stayed behind the car and held his badge up to the window, and told the guy he was with the drug task force and they wanted to talk to him. The guy looked at Billy Shane, looked at the badge, looked back at Billy Shane, then threw the car in reverse and backed into the officer behind him. Billy Shane saw his partner disappear behind the car, and the driver put it in drive and headed towards Billy Shane. Billy fired two shots, striking the driver in the side. The driver made it about a block before hitting a telephone pole, and died in the hospital.

Well, the GBI investigated and ruled it a justified shooting, which it was. Billy Shane thought his partner had been run over and he was next. (Turns out the partner was just knocked over, not run over, and was fine, but Billy Shane didn’t know that.) Unfortunately, this unknown white male driver was a preacher from a nearby city, who had been seeing the CI (a prostitute) for the past year, and had been paying her for sex; which was what they money they saw him give her was for. None of that mattered, of course; all anyone heard was “Cops kill unarmed preacher”. Needless to say, the press was overwhelming. None of this helped the Sheriff or DA’s moods, both of whom are first-termers worried about re-election.

So, of course, in the course of the investigation into the shooting, folks want to see Billy Shane’s training records. I don’t have any for him, as he never attended any of my classes. I reminded them that he needed a training waiver when he started. Well, in the end, it’s ruled a justified shooting; but, that winter, the inevitable civil lawsuit is filed by the family of the preacher. Once again, they ask for Billy Shane’s training records; once again, I tell them I don’t have any because he never took training from me.

Then in the spring of 2010, they ask for the serial number for his firearm, which no one had asked me for before. I keep records of serial numbers and results of any visits to the range in a 3-ring binder. Official records of qualification are sent in to the state on a different form (and since he had never been to annual qualification with me, didn’t have one). My normal procedure is that when someone is newly hired, I take them to the range and have them shoot so I can judge their skill level when I issue them their gun. It’s not an official qualification, but just a way for me to know how much trouble I’m going to have getting them qualified every year. I put a notation in this three-ring binder when I do; although most times it’s just scribbled on the corner of a target and stuffed into the binder until I get a chance to make an entry.

When I got down the binder to look up his serial number, I stopped to think. Didn’t I take him to the range the day he got hired? I distinctly remembered taking someone to the range that summer; even pictured it in my head. But there was no entry in the binder. Was it possible I took him to the range and never got it transferred into the book? It’s entirely possible… and we didn’t hire anyone to the road that summer; not until the fall. If I remember taking someone, it must have been him.

Oh, crap. If I took him to the range and didn’t notate it (even though I’m not required to), and only now release that fact, it’s going to look suspicious. Especially in the light of the amount of publicity this case has garnered.

At that point, my mind pretty much went blank. I filled out the binder on the assumption that I was correct and had taken him to the range, and submitted that as part of the discovery paperwork. Well, of course, now the GBI- who did the initial investigation into the shooting- want to know where this came from. And I panicked. I told them I didn’t remember when it was put into the binder. That weekend, after talking to the GBI, I remembered what really happened- I had taken someone to the range at about the same time as Billy Shane got hired; but it was an investigator, not Billy Shane. I had forgotten about his hiring. It was this investigator I remembered taking to the range, not Billy Shane. The entry I made in the binder was wrong.

That was a very long weekend. When I finally went back to the GBI and told them that it wasn’t Billy Shane I took to the range, it was this other guy; and lied about not remembering when I made the entry into the book, they dithered and went to the DA to see what he wanted to do. Of course, what else is a first-term DA worried about re-election and with a public relations disaster going to do? He’s going to put a head on the chopping block, is what. So he charged me with false statements, for lying to the GBI about when the entry was made into the binder.

Needless to say, the Sheriff, in the same panicked-first-termer boat as the DA, fired me. This was in June of 2010. I had to wait until October for a court appearance, where I worked out a plea arrangement. There was no point in fighting it; I did lie to the GBI, and “false statements” clearly covers that. It’s a felony, though; so I agreed to voluntarily surrender my law enforcement certifications (of which I had a lot, built up over the past 14 years) in exchange for two misdemeanor charges of Obstruction and Evidence Tampering (which makes it sound like I peed on evidence or something). I was sentenced to one year of probation for each charge, fined $2000, and prohibited from petitioning to have my certifications reinstated for two years. Plenty of people have done far worse and gotten far less punishment, but I have to be thankful it wasn’t a felony charge. It’s being done under First Offender status, so when I completed probation, it will be expunged from my record.

On the down side, I was now unemployed, owing my lawyer $2500 and the State $2000, and discovering that a lot of employers don’t want to hire someone on probation. Or someone who is 42 and vastly overqualified. Or who may have a lot of experience, but in law enforcement, which isn’t directly related to the job applied for.

In any case, I’ve completed my probation by paying the requisite fines, and have been officially released early, with all of the provisions of First Offender status intact. I can, if I wish, petition the Ga. POST Council to have my law enforcement certifications re-instated. How interested they will be in doing this, I don’t know. In any case, this bout with politics in law enforcement has left me wondering if I want to dive in that pool again. Oh, there’s no doubt I did something wrong; I did lie, and the charge of False Statements is justified in that light… but I still feel like I had the pointy end of a stick jammed someplace the sun doesn’t shine and broken off for the sake of someone else’s political career. Why I did what I did, I cannot say… I was under an enormous amount of stress at the time, with a number of responsibilities I wasn’t prepared for, and paranoid that at any second I would screw something up and fall from this precarious perch I’d carved out for myself. And, of course, I did. That doesn’t excuse the lie; it just serves to illustrate the circumstances around it.

Anyway… I’m now pretty much back where I started in 1988, working as a security guard. What else do you do with 14 years of experience in law enforcement? We’ll see where it goes from here.

Is it Fall yet?

Well, no… at least not in the south… while it has been getting down in the 60’s at night, it’ll be Halloween before it starts getting downright chilly. But, in anticipation of crisp fall weather, this year’s crop of pumpkin beers is already being harvested. So, for the first pumpkin beer of the season for me, we have Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale.

And it’s not bad. A good pumpkin spice scent, a malty first taste blending into pumpkin spice with, to me, a little hint of crust and cream; and not too heavy. All in all, a middle of the road pumpkin beer; but surprisingly good when you consider Blue Moon = Coors.

Feasting in Winterfell

Onions in Gravy, Turnips in Butter, Aurochs Roasted with Leeks and Medieval Black Pepper Sauce, and 17th Century Baked Apples. Not quite as good as part 1; but I had to go to three stores to find turnips (and the ones I found were waay too big), and I used a chuck roast rather than top round (wild aurochs being hard to find these days) as I already had one. The apples aren’t burnt, BTW; that’s the butter, cinnamon, and sugar topping.

Motherfuckers ate a lot of leeks in medieval times, apparently.


Game of Thrones feasting

I got my friend Dave “A Feast of Fire and Ice”, the official cookbook based on George RR Martin’s “Game of Thrones” series, for his birthday. It’s got recipes for meals mentioned in the book, broken into categories based on the geographical areas of Westeros. They’re all well-researched medieval recipes, along with some modern variants. We decided we’d try making a meal based off some of the recipes this past weekend. This is probably the most ambitious I’ve gotten with cooking to date, and it was quite a learning experience.

First hurdle were a number of spices I’ve never heard of before. There were substitutes mentioned, but a after a bit of research I found that the substitutes weren’t nearly as flavorful or complex as the originals. Galangal, Grains of Paradise, Aleppo Pepper; along with some I’ve heard of but never used, like Saffron. Thank the old gods of the north for internet mail order.

Second learning experience is that bread really doesn’t like to be on the top rack of the oven. The dough made three round loaves, and they wouldn’t all fit on the middle rack, but we caught it before it was too far gone. Just the very top got burnt.

So, we made Crusty White Bread, Bean and Bacon Soup, Medieval Pork Pie, Iced Blueberries in Sweet Cream, and Mulled Wine. And damn, they were good. The sweet cream didn’t turn out as sweet as I thought it would, but the blueberries were sweet enough on their own. The medieval pork pie is sweet rather than savory, but very good (they also include a recipe for a modern pork pie that is savory). The bean and bacon soup was probably the best bean soup I’ve ever had, and even the bread was good despite the slightly burnt top. It took all day to prepare, but it was worth it.

I told Dave that when we got around to the recipes from Across the Narrow Sea, he was going to have to try the Honey Spiced Locusts.

Crusty White Bread
Medieval Pork Pie

Yup, still alive

But not a whole lot new. Still working doing low-voltage installs, but it’s a “Any work today, boss?” kind of thing. If he’s got no jobs lined up, neither do I. And if his contractors don’t pay him on time, I don’t get paid on time. And let’s not get started on the IRS… I’m not self-employed, because the boss owns the company, sets my hours, and determines assignments… but the IRS doesn’t care, because he pays by 1099-MISC and doesn’t take out taxes. In addition to the 1040 form, you get to try and figure out Schedule C and Schedule SE for self-employed contractors! So much fun! As is the $1200 in taxes owed! All for the joy of doing this:

But it did give me the opportunity to grow the beard out to 3-1/2 inches. Although that’s short lived; I shaved it down to 1/4 inch for a job interview.

The baby is born

Me Gusta
An 8 quart, 3.7 ABV pale ale. A friend of mine and I had been talking for some time about brewing our own beer, and he picked up a Mr. Beer kit. Yeah, I know; Mr. Beer, the Kraco car stereo of the homebrew industry. But it’s a good, cheap way to get a feel for homebrewing before stepping up, equipment-wise. The kit came with West Coast Pale Ale hopped malt extract and yeast. So, off we went with the first trial run.

Not too difficult; the instructions were clear, and a lot of the confusing gobbledygook we’d encountered while browsing homebrewing websites became a little clearer. Sanitize everything, mix up the wort, add the yeast, let it ferment in a cool, dry place… A couple of weeks later, after the fermentation has stopped, bottle it in the supplied bottles and add a little sugar for secondary fermentation to add CO2, and let it carbonate. Another couple of weeks and voila! You have beer.

A little apprehensive at the first tasting, but we seemed to have avoided the bad outcomes I read about befalling other first-time brewers. A little fruity flavor to it, but otherwise a good, crisp ale with a decent head. We’re going to run a couple of other styles for practice while saving for equipment to step up to the next level. The expensive part will be kegging equipment, as we want to brew 5-gallon batches and force-carbonate them in the keg.

Autumn is around the corner; here come the pumpkin beers

I admit it, I’m a fan of “dessert” beers. Nice, thick, sweet, dark beers that could easily substitute for an after-dinner sweet. Hence the review of Southern Tier’s Creme Brulee Stout; and, with my love of pumpkin pie, this review of three Pumpkin beers.

Eeeew… pumpkin beer? Yup, and it’s tastier than you might think. And while the pumpkin beer we enjoy today is more or less a modern invention of craft brewing, there are historical beers brewed with pumpkin… although they did this because of the expense of obtaining maltable barley in the colonies, and anything with sugar content went into the kettle. I suspect those colonial pumpkin beers tasted nothing like today’s.

Sam Adams Harvest Pumpkin Ale
In any case, the first on the list is Samuel Adams Harvest Pumpkin Ale. Fairly light in taste, with a very subtle smoked flavor and noticeable pumpkin taste with some other spice notes. It’s not as heavy as some of the others, so it’s probably better if you want the distinct pumpkin pie flavor without feeling like you ate an entire one. It’s still got a fairly complex blend of tastes; and you always know with a brewer the size of Sam Adams that you’ll get a consistent quality brew. It’s only found in their seasonal Harvest Collection, which is unfortunate.

(On a side note, another item in that Harvest Collection is the Bonfire Rauchbier; brewed with smoked malts. It’s advertised as having a deep, smokey flavor with a hint of sweetness; and it’s quite true. This is another one I could drink year ’round, and wish it was around for longer… and makes me want to try my hand at brewing something similar.)

Smuttynose Pumpkin Ale
Next up is Smuttynose Pumpkin Ale. I’m not quite as impressed with this one, but it was one of the first of the inevitable wave of pumpkin beers to show up at my local beer store. This one is very hoppy, giving it a lot more bite and bitterness with the pumpkin flavor not really noticeable until the finish. It’s a bit too hoppy for me, with an almost metallic taste to it; so I’ll have to give it a pass. After I finish the six-pack, of course.

Finally, there’s the pumpkin beer that, as a dessert beer lover, I’d have to crown as king: Southern Tier Pumking.

Southern Tier Pumking
When I was at le beer store, nosing around to see what was new, I ran across the Smuttynose and asked the clerk how he thought it compared to Pumking, which I had had last season but hadn’t arrived at this store yet. He shook his head vigorously and said “It doesn’t. Nothing does. Southern Tier has sold their soul to the devil to get that much flavor in a beer”.

And that’s not an exaggeration. Like the Creme Brulee, when you first smell Pumking, you’d swear there was a freshly baked pumpkin pie somewhere nearby. Pours a clear, amber/orange color with a short-lived head, and then slaps your tastebuds with pumpkin pie. And I don’t mean “yeah, that’s pumpkin; and I can taste a little allspice”; but “Holy shit! That’s pumpkin pie!” Pumpkin, vanilla cream, even a hint of the graham crust; it’s all there, in a rich, slightly hoppy beer. Sold their soul to devil, indeed; every other pumpkin beer is a pale imitator when it comes to matching the taste of fresh pumpkin pie. Finishes smooth, though it is a bit heavy and remember, it’s an 8.6 ABV; so it’s a strong beer as well. If you’re not a fan of sweet beers, you won’t like this one; but if you’re looking for a no-shit pumpkin pie beer, this is the only one you need.

Gallery Resurgens

Finally got around to re-adding the photo gallery. Still sorting, uploading, and commenting photos; which is gonna take a while. Especially the Howl photos; seeing as there are 154 of them, helpfully named things like 123h345h23j4-hj45hj345.jpg. There is a video section to the gallery now, as well; but Gallery 3 doesn’t handle videos that well yet, so no thumbnail previews. The description should tell you all you need to know, anyway.

More ways to not ever update!

Nothing like being perennially late to the technology party. Add a Twitter account to this unused ‘blog, Facebook account, and YouTube page. Notes: Who keeps stealing Katmandu and Kat’s Den as account names? Don’t they know I can show prior art and hire a patent-troll-esque lawyer to sue them into oblivion? Who am I kidding, I can’t afford the stamp to write a lawyer. And don’t expect anything special on the YouTube account; their software is a little rabid- although impressively accurate- in removing the audio tracks from videos using copyrighted content. What were the rules on fair use, again?