“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that yo...
Moss the Boss, his Dazzling, and what they taught me about “craft.”
In my view, the “craft” modifier for better beer has outlived its usefulness, at least without earnest industry-wide introspection as to what the prac...
My shoes are filled with Volga mud: (3) Beer hunters lurking nearby.
A travelogue in three parts. March 31: (1) A tale of a fateful trip. April 7: (2) The future is the past. April 14: (3) Beer hunters lurking nearby. (...
My shoes are filled with Volga mud: (2) The future is the past.
A travelogue in three parts. March 31: (1) A tale of a fateful trip. April 7: (2) The future is the past. April 14: (3) Beer hunters lurking nearby. (...
My shoes are filled with Volga mud: (1) A tale of a fateful trip.
A 1999 travelogue in three parts. March 31: (1) A tale of a fateful trip. April 7: (2) The future is the past. April 14: (3) Beer hunters lurking near...
Swill in the Time of Pornadoes.
(This post has been edited to correct the author’s dyslexia concerning numbers and dates. Thanks to TJ for setting me straight) I suppose we mig...
McAlpine’s Fusiliers and neutral Ireland
It is St. Patrick’s Day, time again to endure the tasteless annual outbursts of shamrock-mounted hokum fueled by green-colored lager. The Irish among ...
A Birthday Drinking Song
(The Potable Curmudgeon seeks to avoid self-aggrandizement when it comes to his own place of business. However, today is a special case) Today is the ...
It doesn’t suit me.
I pay fairly close attention to civic affairs in New Albany, and perhaps this owes to broad personal interests and a degree of community-mindedness, a...
Mitch Steele at Rich O’s in 1998 – Part Two
Yesterday in “Mitch Steele at Rich O’s in 1998 – Part One,” I explored the background of Mitch’s visit to New Albany on November 8, 1998. Following is...