Legend has it that great Delta blues artist Robert Johnson, hungry for fame and fortune, met Satan at the Crossroads. The devil granted Johnson’s wishes in exchange for his soul, and soon he was widely admired for his effortless playing and artistry. Today’s brewers, it would seem, are cutting deals with their own personal devils.... View Article
Growing up in Southern California, in the shadows of Disneyland, I learned from our numerous visits each year the meaning of patience. There were always lines for the best rides. My favorite was Pirates of the Caribbean: It seemed to take forever to get in. But it was always worth the wait, because the story... View Article
Growing up in Southern California, in the shadows of Disneyland, I learned from our numerous visits each year the meaning of patience. There were always lines for the best rides. My favorite was Pirates of the Caribbean: It seemed to take forever to get in. But it was always worth the wait, because the story... View Article
I love the Windy City. It has buildings that stretch to the heavens, the cursed Cubs and its own style of hot dogs. What’s not to like about that? It’s a gritty lakefront community with a checkered history of crooked politicians, mob bosses named Bugsy and Capone and their illicit everything everywhere. Like most cities,... View Article
Today, we live in an automated society with debit cards, movies on demand and smart phones bringing things instantly to our fingertips. Everywhere we turn, automation has made our work less manual and more efficient. Today, fewer things are truly handcrafted than ever before.
Presiding wedding official (curiously dressed in brewer’s boots and jeans): “Dearly Beloved Beer Lovers. We are gathered here today to join a beautiful barrel with this amazing amber ale. Do you Quercus alba take this heaven-sent Firestone Walker Ale to have and to hold, in sickness and in health?”
