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...