Tales of ales from the heart of Ohio to the ends of the Earth
Time for another installment of Sunday Stout Soliloquies and for the first time my ritual of drinking strong dark beer every Sunday seems to be unnerving old man winter just a little. Cracks of spring are starting to show through, but I have a feeling that winter still has a few tricks up his sleeve.... Continue Reading →
This story, published in October 2014, takes on an entirely different tone in light of accusations of sexual assault against Fred Lee published in Alive Magazine on February 5, 2019. If the accusations prove true, or even partially true, they are disturbing, reprehensible and I condemn them in the strongest possible terms. I contemplated deleting this... Continue Reading →
