Robbing the Bees

I made a rare trip to Burger King for lunch this morning in search of the elusive Double Whopper with cheese. The Diane Rehm Show was on NPR and Diane’s guest was author and amateur beekeeper, Holley Bishop. Ms. Bishop wrote the book Robbing the Bees: A Biography of Honey–The Sweet Liquid Gold that Seduced the World (ISBN: 0743250214). She also sounds an awful lot like Gwyneth Paltrow (at least to my untrained ear).

My father tried his hand at beekeeping some years back, and I came across the remnants of the trade/hobby a few times during my childhood. In a second floor section of the barn not used to store hay bales one might have found a smoker (a smoke-belching, coffee pot–like contraption used to keep the bees docile), the wooden hive framework and various other accoutrements of the beekeeper. Apart from these things, however, I don’t know much about the process or about my father’s experience with it. I’m sure he’s made occasional mention of it in conversation over the years, but I have an extremely selective memory and the chances that I was paying any real attention are quite slim.

I think I’d like Holley Bishop’s book to be on The Bookshelf, for a couple of reasons. First, because the few minutes of conversation I heard between the author and the radio host were far more fascinating than I would have suspected such a topic could be. Second, because it’ll give me an excuse to talk to my father about something he was interested in as a younger man. An excuse I probably shouldn’t need, but which might be good to have in any case.