Once upon a time – actually, just the other day – a good friend of mine triumphantly announced that he’d finally landed the job of his dreams, working...
They’re Legislators, Not Logicians
“Drinking should be done in the privacy of one’s own home — where it’s necessary.” -Phil (Abe Vigoda) Fish, on “Barney M...
Homes Away From Home
We went for a stroll last Sunday and passed one of those fly-by-night evangelistic churches, this one occupying an old shotgun house. A man I’d never ...
Bohemian Vignette, 1989.
It was June, 1989, and my precise whereabouts in the bucolic Bohemian countryside southeast of Prague were blissfully unknown, but it was a lazy, sunn...
Far Away (So Close)
It’s time for Great American Beer Festival’s annual renewal, and while I must confess to having wonderful and enduring memories of my three trips to D...
Fear of the Dark
A brief note from the “editor” – Roger’s column will continue to be a bi-monthly feature scheduled for publication on the 1st ...
Know Your Enemy
From time to time, I’m asked to explain my beer radicalism. Exactly why am I such a prick about beer? From whence springs my deep-seated aversion to m...
Introducing LouisvilleBeer.com
Some time around 1996, Rich O’s Public House was on sufficiently firm ground after four years of ceaseless nurturing that I finally could afford the l...