It is uncharacteristic of Matt Gould that his passing came just as Louisville Craft Beer Week hit critical mass. That’s because Matt wouldn’t have wan...
Jackson, Louisville, and the Color Red
It’s an old story, but one I delight in retelling, and Louisville Craft Beer Week strikes me as the perfect time to do so. Michael Jackson unexpectedl...
Unsuited for Suits
Cargo shorts – check. Underwear? Just the cleanest pair, I suppose. Beer-related tees … well, with only 150 to choose from, the top of the stack will ...
Where is Winona, anyway?
Over a quarter-century of the Great Taste of the Midwest’s evolution, during which I’ve had the sheer pleasure of attending six, this legendary beer f...
The World According to Spike
I was looking through some old files and discovered the following essay, which was written … well, you’ll just have to read it first, and then I’ll re...
Daze of Rage
I’m often asked to provide advice to aspiring entrepreneurs, which can be a comical experience – for me, if not them. After all, as with most other en...
Are you drinking locally?
Occasionally I’m accused by my critics (oddly, a handful remain) of having an insufficient social conscience, in the sense of my always preaching abou...
Missing Michael
June 25 marks three years since the American entertainer Michael Jackson died. In another two months, it will have been five years since the passing o...
Domestic? Yes and no.
Ever since Anheuser-Busch was folded into the international monolith currently known as AB-Inbev, there has been no single polemical activity quite as...
Permanent Olfactory Revolution
Near the end of April, NABC’s team gathered to brew our first-ever two batches of German-style wheat ale, and I’m happy to report that neither of them...