Born and bred in Wisconsin, I’ve had my fair share of exposure to beer. As a child, I vividly recall fetching bottles for my father and uncles from the cases of Old Milwaukee in the basement. In high school, there were the quintessential Midwestern field parties where small-town kids met in the dark to get wasted. (Side note: I was an...
Armed with a bachelor’s
degree, a master’s and too many downtrodden years as a Milwaukee child-welfare
worker, my tense shoulders and sick stomach came to the conclusion that social
work...
