re: #232 Decatur Deb
I went with Fr A, our Physics teacher, to his machine shop high in the school’s attics. We were turning a lens mount to make an enlarger when I saw huge dull copper kettles in the dark. Until Prohibition the high school had made it’s own beer and issued each student a pint per day.
Sometimes, I forget, for all the progress we have made, how we have regressed and/or been hamstrung by Puritan impulses over the years.