I started this blog on the behest of Andrew and Karl. So I, in turn, drug them in to contributing to it. It seemed like the right thing to do.
To be honest, I’m pretty sure they were sick of me lamenting about not writing any more. You see, I’m a former radio journalist who’s been out of the game for a few years. Which may explain why I have a face for radio. Or why my grammar may not always be spot on. I was told early on in my career that it didn’t matter. Seriously. This was long before news articles were prominent on the internet, for whatever that may be worth.
So, here I am, writing about craft beer instead of political corruption. The skills I once used to dig up investigative stories is now used to track down hard to find and limited release beers. They seem to translate well, believe it or not.
As for my love for beer – well – it came from a humble beginning; just me and an empty beer fridge that needed filling. Don’t get me wrong, I loved beer before but I didn’t quite love it. I went through the usual progressions; I started with “The Beast” and slowly transitioned to Bud and Miller beers when paychecks warranted. Then, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit to the likes of Bass, Harp and Smithwicks. I even stumbled across Schlafly and Rogue long before I knew there was such a thing as craft beer.
Now, I had a fridge that could hold 100 bottles of beer, so my beerventure began. A porter here and a stout there. My first Belgian beer. Many more Belgian beers. Sure, I stumbled a bit. There was that blueberry ale and the “bourbon barreled” ale that tasted like cream soda but worse.
What started as weekly beer runs to stock the fridge with whatever looked good has turned in to out of state road trips for hard to find beers, brewery visits & a beer cellar.
