Long ago and far away – roughly 1996, according to my increasingly unreliable memory – Anheuser-Busch dipped its bloated toe into mockrobrewing for th...
Not so simple a symposium.
It isn’t often that two A-list highlights from one’s entire life occur in a single weekend, but it can happen. In fact, it just happened to me. Both m...
Conformity, contrarianism and a craft writing symposium
In my stray jigsaw-puzzle-piece of the planet, the coming weekend is utterly devoted to the city of Lexington, Kentucky. I never once thought I’d writ...
The PC: On Sheryl Crow, the bourgeoisie and Flat12.
It is widely believed that noted philosopher-singer Sheryl Crow was the first observer to astutely detect the oxymoronic existence of a concept called...
A craft beer toast to opposing HJR-3
Seated amid the cheesy 1960s-era veneer that delineates New Albany’s primary civic meeting room, idly monitoring a city council meeting, I was wishing...
Scoreboard daze of old.
My friend Joe behind the counter, circa 1987 (author’s photo) There used to be a package liquor store called Scoreboard Liquors on West Spring S...
Tastes of paradise can shatter mirrors
I’m not in the habit of compulsively re-reading books, even those of the highly influential sort. Of course, there are exceptions: The early beer writ...
Is This the World We Created? (was: “My Year in Beer”)
Remember that clichéd caricature? No, not the Facebook meme republished weekly by your conservative uncle – you know, that bloviating elderly fascist ...
Beer stories and bedtime for gonzo
“All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.” –Leo Tolstoy It’s been a long, strange trip, ...
A trick of the Christmas tale
It happens each holiday season. During an otherwise random conversation about Trojan Goose, the superiority of two-way street grids or the many edifyi...