40 Years in Beer, Part Thirteen: In 1987, it was almost “impossible to find...

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Twelve: Those first ever draft Pilsner Urquells in Prague, 1987. When Barrie and I arrived in Czechoslovakia, it became...

An ongoing chronicle of what I can remember after 40 years in beer

The following post at Food & Dining Magazine is repeated verbatim from Wednesday. We've been having website issues, and my workspace somewhat resembles a...

The toilet seat from Jim Morrison’s blue bus (1999 – 2016)

We must rewind all the way to 1996, and the FOSSILS club newsletter "Walking the Dog," to find the first mention of the blue...

40 Years in Beer, Part Twelve: Those first ever draft Pilsner Urquells in Prague,...

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Eleven: The Fat Cats Deli & Pub was short-lived but inspirational. One afternoon in August, 1987 an archaic device...

40 Years in Beer, Part Eleven: The Fat Cats Deli & Pub was short-lived...

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Ten: When friends actually did let friends drive drunk. My consciousness was forever altered by Europe. The obsessions engendered...

Diary: Maybe I’m just having a bad week, or month, or…

I can't recall a time in my life when "retirement" made sense. If you're doing what you love, as I mostly have, then why...

My Beers in the GDR, Part Three: Yes, there was lots of beer in...

Previously: My Beers in the GDR, Part Two: Sharing a few Pilsners with a future war criminal. “Germans absolutely cannot live without sausage and beer.” --Soviet...

My Beers in the GDR, Part Two: Sharing a few Pilsners with a future...

Previously: My Beers in the GDR, Part One: A working lunch in East Berlin, August 1989. East Berlin: August, 1989. Each Friday afternoon for three weeks...

My Beers in the GDR, Part One: A working lunch in East Berlin, August...

In 1989 I spent the first three weeks of August buffing and polishing V. I. Lenin’s shoes. The footwear belonged to a gargantuan statue...

40 Years in Beer, Part Ten: When friends actually did let friends drive drunk

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Nine: The point of know return. It has taken me a long while to understand that it usually takes...

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40 Years in Beer, Part Fifteen: A clash of titans (with Elephant Beer) in...

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Fourteen: Pilsner Urquell pilgrimage, locked gates, and a taxi driver’s day off. Back home again in Indiana, the year...

40 Years in Beer, Part Fourteen: Pilsner Urquell pilgrimage, locked gates, and a taxi...

The inaugural pilgrimage to the Pilsner Urquell brewery in 1987 was an epochal day even though we were denied entry. I’ve tasted thousands of...

40 Years in Beer, Part Thirteen: In 1987, it was almost “impossible to find...

Previously: 40 Years in Beer, Part Twelve: Those first ever draft Pilsner Urquells in Prague, 1987. When Barrie and I arrived in Czechoslovakia, it became...