Marcharaja double IPA - an Avery Mahraja clone brew by Marc Chervenitski -
Dampfbier - a unique style - german "steam beer" brewed by Nate Miller.
Framboise - Raspberry lambic - 3 year old lambic fermented with rapsberry -
The local home brew clubs taking part and the charities they will be supporting.
• Luzerne County Brewers - Supporting Ruth's Place Women's Emergency Shelter a program of Volunteers of America of Pennsylvania • Scranton Brewer's Guild - adopted One Life to Live Animal Rescue • Wyoming Valley Home Brewers - supporting ARC of NEPA
Daddy Kane and Mommy Kane worked very hard over the years to raise Baby Kane. As a result, Baby Kane – also known as Jared Martin Kane – raised quite a bit of Caine of his own.
Back in 2010 Baby Kane told police he had been drinking, "was driving and hit a few things," according to a press account of his night out. Then Wilkes-Barre councilwoman Mommy Kane and magisterial district judge Daddy Kane could at least tell friends that boozy Baby Kane was honest.
That kind of loopy open book mentality shapes Baby Kane's current bid to replace Daddy Kane when he retires.
A meat cutter by trade at a Wilkes-Barre supermarket, Baby Kane can campaign on a platform of cutting the pork from the political wheeling and dealing that sometimes shapes a slick magistrate's career.
And, a considerable amount of hard work and hard liquor goes into scoring 0.267 on your blood alcohol content test. That's impressive, even for Wilkes-Barre, where district judges often work overtime handling drunken driving cases.
If elected, Baby Kane, 33, will bring real experience to the bench. Police charged Baby Kane with not one but two counts of driving under the influence because he struck two legally parked cars.
The cars were parked a block apart!
And that takes practice!
Baby Kane says he made a mistake and has grown.
"Do you still drink? I asked when we spoke briefly by phone Tuesday.
"No," he said.
"Not at all?" I asked.
"Not like I used to," he said.
I explained that he had just given me two entirely different answers to the same question.
Baby Kane admitted his deception.
"Yea," he said. "I jumped the gun on that one."
Like I said, if nothing else, Baby Kane is honest.
But getting elected might not be as easy as former sheet metal worker judge Daddy Kane and current city controller Mommy Kane Baby Kane might think.
Critics accuse the Kane campaign brain trust of being deceptive. Baby Kane's first name does not even appear on his campaign yard signs. All the signs say is "Kane for Magisterial District Judge."
His Facebook page also just says "elect Kane Magisterial District Judge."
Because no mention of Baby Kane's first name appears anywhere in the literature, some people in Wilkes-Barre might think that Daddy Kane is up for re-election, as he has been regularly for almost three decades. They'll think they're voting for the same old hustler judge rather than voting for his new hustler judge son.
So why no first name, Jared?
Baby Kane provided some convoluted explanation about first names not being clearly visible on campaign signs and then in almost the same breath said he's got new signs ordered that will include his first name.
He also said he passed his magistrate certification test with flying colors – considerable progress from when he spent four years at Kutztown University from 2000 to 2004 when he finished six credits short of graduation.
Baby Kane said he's still thinking about going back to college.
And he denied, contrary to published reports, ever having worked for legendary Luzerne County gangster judge Michael Conahan when he "finished" college. He said he worked in the jury room and that his name mistakenly got included in an anonymous letter that went to the Judicial
Conduct Board before Conahan got indicted, pleaded guilty and headed to prison for 17 ½ years for his part in selling kids for cash.
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Shining solid gray in the warm spring dusk, the Rodham family headstone toppled sometime over the weekend near the edge of Scranton's Washburn Cemetery.
How the heavy stone fell remains a mystery.
Did fanatics drag it down a day or two after a local television news report showed it for the world to see?
Did the wind blow it over, as the kindly undertaker suggested Monday evening while standing on sacred ground? Did vandals overturn it on purpose or did the earth above our abandoned coal mines shift in a natural gasp of living soil?
Whatever force sent that heavy marker on its back must have been substantial. More significant, though, is the power that righted the wrong and worked to raise the stone to its original dignity.
Virtue still lives in that old Scranton graveyard. Strength breathes as testament to a legacy of life, love and commitment to what is just. The Rodham family stone anchors an indelible spirit that remains so much a part of this city. So, too, does the family memorial mark the presidential campaign of a special Rodham daughter. Like those who came and went before her, Hillary is part of this town, her father's town, a town that helped shape her and her family.
The Rodham signature remains part of Scranton's past, present and future.
Family history provides identity to us all.
That's one reason why, born of good stock, Hillary brings the Rodham character of discipline, purpose and honor to her pledge to help people and a country in need.
Little about life is easy – especially in Scranton. Mystery clouds tomorrow. But what we know for sure is that when trouble arises, the chance to help people makes for better people. The chance to make a difference in people's lives turns bad into good in any town.
A man and his wife had spotted the downed Rodham headstone Monday afternoon while walking the cemetery where the man has family buried. So he went home and quickly made a call. The man he called listened, hung up and made a call of his own. Other calls went out as well.
By early evening, four men and a woman stood by the Rodham family plot, talking in quiet tones the way good people have stood around talking at Scranton burial grounds for centuries. Then they shook hands and went to work to solve the problem.
The undertaker called a crane operator who said he would show up at the cemetery the next day. Police would be notified. A Rodham family friend called Hillary's brother, Tony, to tell him that everything would be okay. Another person called the man and his wife to thank them for their concern and promised to keep them up to date.
People looking out for each other, neighbors watching out for neighbors, good citizens helping anybody who needs help. Money or no money, black, white, Latino, citizen, non-citizen, gay or straight - just like the video Hillary released Sunday when she officially announced her presidential campaign.
"Hillary for America" translates into exactly what happened in Scranton yesterday.
Helping, not hurting, creates a new day in our lifetime as sturdy as a toppled headstone raised again in dignity, stability and love for all that's good.
At our best, in Scranton and elsewhere, we're simply people helping people.
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Washed up mob movie actor Paul Sorvino needs a nickname.
After his sniveling performance on my show last week, his feigned outrage over the fate of his latest film was less than memorable. Sorvino's real-life role as victim was also far from convincing. But his whiney whimpers were impressive.
How about "Paulie Sniffles?"
"Paulie Sniffles" it is.
And you, Paulie Sniffles, better be ready for what's coming. Because we're going to the mattresses, as the goodfella goons say, in our fight to get what you owe us. We're the victims here, not you, Paulie Sniffles. But we're victims unlike any you've ever met.
You want Scranton, "Paulie Sniffles," we'll give you Scranton. Our Scranton, though, the real Scranton, is unlike the prissy, pampered place of privilege you know and claim to love.
If you love us why stick us for the half a million in taxpayer money you grabbed and sunk into that flop, "The Trouble With Cali," that you created here and now claim nobody wants to distribute? If you love us why blame us for sinking your so-called movie? If you love us you wouldn't blubber and crybaby your way around town with your failure film following you like the ghost of our late great hometown actor Jason Miller, who gave you your break and opened up our town to you?
No, Paulie Sniffles, you only love yourself.
That's why you cheated us.
So give us our movie.
We're partners, remember?
You said it yourself, Paulie Sniffles, when you called the show and blamed me, Times-Tribune columnist Chris Kelly and other critics for destroying your movie distribution deal with an unnamed Canadian company.
You never had a deal, ya lug, ya.
And the two goofs who signed over the 500,000 clams that you skimmed off the top of their chowder heads never had our approval to give away our money in the first place. Both guys, former Republican majority Lackawanna County Commissioners Bob Cordaro and A.J. Munchak, are currently serving federal prison sentences on unrelated public corruption felonies. Cordaro is even listed as an executive producer on your - I mean our - film.
That must have impressed the Canadians and anybody else foolish enough to give your family enterprise – written by one daughter, featuring another – credit for anything except finality.
Final as in croaked.
"Cali is dead," you told me on the air in breathy dramatic tones before trying to pull a fast one and hang up on us. I sensed your final curtain falling and had to throw a couple of fast body shots that doubled you over.
"You stick us and we're supposed to feel bad for you?" I asked.
"You son of a bitch," you said.
And the whole world suddenly saw through you, recognizing you for the loser you are, the failure you have become, the hustler who never cut it in Scranton and killed his – I mean our - movie. Then you turned and ran, leaving a dull roar in your wake like the frothing waves of a tramp steamer full of holes going down for the last time.
So here's the deal, champ. Kelly and I will meet you at a saloon of our choosing – New York or Scranton, take your pick. You hand over the movie. And we show it for free in Scranton and then we show it again to benefit charity. I doubt that anybody will want to see your "masterpiece" more than twice.
Of course you're welcome to attend although I would advise against it.
Some of us carry a grudge in Scranton the way you beautiful people carry a canape.
So dry your eyes and give us our movie.
We're not through with you yet, "Paulie Sniffles."
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