Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Traffic studies are bullshit. Just do it.


Why? Go here.

Last evening in the romper room, the entirely unnecessary downtown traffic study being sought by a bunker-bound City Hall as craven political cover for chronic two-way street grid timidity was promptly scotched by a wholly redundant city council, in part owing to the council’s chronic absenteeism this term, but mostly because elected and appointed officials in New Albany believe the only thing they have to fear is every last aspect of modernity that somehow managed to occur, in spite of their efforts, since their graduation from high school.

Welcome to New Albany, where we’re all here because we’re not all there, and so into this gaping, barren chasm of a leadership vacuum eagerly steps 2nd district council seat occupant Bob Caesar, who is to sheer cranium vacancy what Imelda Marcos was to shoes, and to an extent so egregious that he surely is the only so-called “Democrat” party member in the whole whacked-out United States who exalts the Thoreau Institute as reputable scholarship.

The Koch Brothers thank our own bejeweled blitzen, and so here’s Bob Caesar for attribution last night:

“(Two-way streets) are being driven by about a handful of people that want to be able to turn right onto Bank Street from Elm Street."

Ouch!

What was that twinge I just felt?

Wait – it was an intellectual pygmy gouging a toenail with the planet’s tiniest set of 1920s-era tweezers. Where the hell is Balso Snell when you need him most?

Of course, this is the same Antediluvian Bob who insisted to me that he be quoted thusly, back in 2011:

"Change every street to two way -- not Pearl Street. Pearl Street will NOT be two way."

Come to think of it, antediluvian might not be the best word. After all, in New Albany, two-way streets actually existed before “our” flood.

Two-way thinking in New Albany: Those who say they’re for them mostly do nothing apart from assuring us they agree. Those who are against them mostly don’t live here, except for Bob Caesar, whose head is somewhere in the vicinity of an 18th-century Mongolian yurt. For the sake of clarity, here’s a quick, informal, four-point list explaining why two-way streets matter.

Safety for the neighborhoods.
Economic development for local independent business.
A boost for walkability.
Protection against Kerry Stemler’s tolls-borne invasion.

Wham, bam, thank you Bob: When Caesar reduces the street grid discussion to accusing others of being just as myopic as himself, it may be amusing fodder for the retrograde elements who view our arterial one-way streets as so much Astroglide to facilitate their driving pleasure, but it insults and demeans every last resident of any city neighborhood not known by the moniker of Silver Hills.

The Democratic Party might choose to make Caesar pay for a slur this enormous, because as we've established, a walkable environment is a civil rights issue, but don't hold your breath waiting for it. You'll be blue by the time a worthwhile bicentennial event rolls around.

New Albany. It never ceases to amaze. Degraded and wasted for 30 years, and yet everyone in it is afflicted with Stockholm Syndrome, suitably terrified of efforts to alter a failed dynamic, and beholden to the superstitions that keep us down. It is breathtaking – and it distracts us from the vital task of devising ways to reforming, moving or outlawing Harvest Homecoming.

I wonder how many petition signatures the mayor needs to no longer be frightened of his own so-called "democratic" party?

It's simple. Either City Hall gives clear indication of its "plan" -- of what's to come -- or the guerrilla localism war starts immediately.

Too bad county government doesn’t come down hard against two-way street conversions.

We’d have them before the elephant ears get cold.

Now hear this: 2013 Indie "good beer" walk destinations in downtown NA during Harvest Homecoming.


Harvest Homecoming begins in earnest this week, and of course there'll be much talk about the annual "swill walk" on Friday. Following is a typically hurried and inexact guide to establishments downtown that will be staging special events during the annual inundation -- and some that will be sticking to the program as usual. What they have in common (we hope) is the availability of better beer -- or in the winery's case, vino.

Add to this list by commenting here or at Facebook. 

NABC Bank Street Brewhouse: Our Fringe Fest (episode six) through Saturday, with food, beer, and music. Look for the release of Hoosier Daddy and the annual fresh-hopped Wet Knobs Harvest Hop Ale.

Wick's Pizza: Music under the big top in the parking lot. NABC's draft truck, Rosa L. Stumblebus, will aid in the dispensing of beer at the Wick’s fete. Black & Blue Grass and Naughty Girl will be pouring from Rosa, while inside the bricks and mortar, Strassen Bräu.

Feast BBQ: Ryan sez, "Happy Harvest Homecoming. Join us for better sandwiches than you'll find from a both and more craft beer choices."

Habana Blues Tapas Restaurant: Leo says that Habana Blues will be introducing its new Kentucky Mojito.

The Exchange pub + kitchen: "Harvest Homecoming is finally here, and to celebrate we're throwing an outdoor party (Octobierfest) on Friday and Saturday in the parking lot of The Exchange pub + kitchen, featuring live music, beer, wine, spirits, amazing food, and a few other special things we'll be announcing this week. Tell your friends and help spread the word."

Cafe 27 American Bistro: The Parking Lot Party ... "All harvest long we will be partying it up, serving great food and spirits inside and outside in the tent with great live entertainment ... Please check out our schedule of events."

The Irish Exit and Dillinger's: HarvestPalooza ... no details yet.

The Warehouse Hookah Bar & Cafe: Business as usual.

River City Winery: Gary Humphrey says business as usual at the winery as Harvest Homecoming takes on a very personal meaning for him because it's grape-picking time.

La Bocca ... "We have a tent in front of the restaurant and we turn the actual restaurant into a bar all weekend."

Dragon King's Daughter:
JR's Pub:
Keg Liquors:
DP Updogs
Toast on Market
Louis Le Francais

The Green Mouse says: Is the historic Coyle building really on the chopping block?

Making waves on the rumorama: High-ranking New Albany officials are celebrating the forthcoming sale of the Coyle property on Spring Street by acknowledging that if the sale goes through, every building comes down -- including the historic front-piece on Spring.

Imbibing minds want to know: Did CM Scott Blair really refer to this impending demolition as a "no-brainer," "quality of life" issue?

Tipping point.

Food for thought, first course ...

One more reason it's crap to be a waiter in America; The IRS is cracking down on tips – again. Why go after billionaires when you can squeeze more out of servers?, by Heather Long (Guardian)

 ... Yes, the IRS is worried that people who typically make about $20,000 a year aren't paying enough in taxes. Why go after millionaires and billionaires when you can squeeze more out of servers?

 ... and second.

Steve Coomes: Tipping in restaurants is outdated, outmoded and should be 86′ed, by Steve Coomes (Insider Louisville)

 ... Like I said, kill tipping, raise menu prices and pay the staff better hourly wages.

Monday, October 07, 2013

Peter places the spotlight on LCBW, one last time.

It may interest readers to learn that I'm not the only writing member of the NABC team. Peter Fingerson, who we hired to work in the brewery a few months back, also has column space at LouisvilleBeer.com, and here's his most recent submission.

LCBW – Beginnings and Endings

Now that Louisville Craft Beer Week has come to a close, and before its memories have slipped out of our collective consciousness for a while, I feel it necessary to bring it into the spotlight one last time before that happens. By this time, it should be common knowledge that it was a success. This was the biggest, baddest (the cool sense of the word), and most well-attended LCBW to date, which is truly an amazing thing. Now we just need a way to tally how many pints were consumed throughout the week. Is there an app for that?

Why am I still here? Because I'm not quite there. Yet.


Being there is why I'm here?

No offense against the State Farm agent, but as we watched the float roll past on Saturday, there was immediate collective recall of Dave Thrasher's slogan -- you know, the one that would have served New Albany's utterly squandered bicentennial so much more cleverly than "By the River's Edge."

No, not "At Sanity's Edge." That one was mine.


It this one: "We're all here because we're not all there."

My, my. What might have been -- if only the white bread and school paste brigade hadn't gotten hold of it. Year Zero ends in less than three months. Finally: relief.

"Sock and awe."


Time out from the GOP's attempted coup d'etat, and time in for some good old-fashioned juvenile tittering.

Masturbation laws around the world: the penal code; A Swedish man caught masturbating in public has been acquitted – but if he'd been caught elsewhere what kind of punishment might he have faced?

A 65-year-old man found masturbating openly on a Stockholm beach has been cleared of charges of sexual assault after the court ruled his activities were not directed towards a specific person. The judgment may come as a surprise but when it comes to penal codes and masturbation, the international legal system looks like a patchwork quilt.

Sunday, October 06, 2013

The Suck Truck, two-way Safety Town, Showtime, and other highlights of a very wet parade day in New Albany.


New Albany's Suck Truck undoubtedly was the high point of yesterday's rain-soaked parade. It would have been better if the Suck Truck followed the Republican Party float, better to vacuum the policy turds ... but you can't have it all, and the tired white GOP grandees refused to take a bow, anyway.


We couldn't help notice that Safety Town has two-way streets. The only question is whether City Hall has yet spotted it.


Later in the day, it was Showtime at the Art Store, and we arrived just in time to hear Dream Eye Color Wheel open its set.


Tony Beard heroically manned the NABC taps ... and as I write at 8:45 a.m. on Sunday morning, it's still raining. You got the Arc? We got the beer.

The city's "Economic Development", as vague and undefined and last year's model.

The web site's only a year behind. In the context of New Albany, that's almost progress ... but of course, not really.

I'm no slave to mission statements like the one below, seeing as their default usage in modern times is designed to render inexact gibberish. However, I'll repeat my familiar theme of late: Isn't it possible, and in fact, preferable, for the city's economic development apparatus to be able to define and delineate its policies (if any) to distinguish between job creation in the industrial park and exurban settings (i.e., those receiving the lion's share of local government subsidy) and those in indie retail and services in the historic core -- you know, those receiving virtually no assistance from traditional economic "development" arms of local government?

Is there a plan? It isn't that we don't trust city hall ... but might we actually see the plan with our own eyes? Keeping it hidden under vests makes it difficult to discern shape and size.

And can it be next year's plan, and not the one from 2012 (below)? Perhaps the city's web site content provider for-hire has been too busy appending exclamation marks to every one-way social media utterance to have time for an update.


Economic Development

David Duggins
Director, Economic Development and Redevelopment
311 Hauss Square, Room 325
New Albany, IN 47150-3586
(812) 948-5333, phone
(812) 948-5329, fax
dduggins@cityofnewalbany.com

The City of New Albany’s Economic Development Department is committed to serving the community by aggressively pursuing new job opportunities and quality of life amenities for our citizens. We will accomplish this goal through both increased economic development and community development projects. Our department focuses on providing necessary leadership to our existing business community to ensure a vibrant business environment in all economic climates, while aggressively seeking new companies for our community.

STAFF

David Duggins, Director of Economic Development and Redevelopment

Community Development Block Grant Program & Schedule

The views of citizens, public agencies, and other interested parties are solicited to ensure reasonable and accessible involvement of the citizens of New Albany in the drafting, implementation, and assessment of the City of New Albany's Fiscal Year FY2012 One-Year Action Plan.

Participation shall be solicited through a Public Information Meeting, Public Hearings and the Department of Redevelopment. The full draft of the Citizens Participation Plan shall be made available at various community centers throughout the City, including the Redevelopment office and the New Albany-Floyd County Public Library.

The current schedule for 2012 public information meetings, public hearings and key dates is as follows. Annual meetings are scheduled thereafter. The Public information meetings are held at arious locations and all public hearings are held in the Assembly Room, Room 331 City-County Building, (unless otherwise noted)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012, 2:30 p.m. and 7:00 p.m.
NARC meeting to conduct two Public Hearings to accept input into the development of the FY2012 One-Year Action Plan.

Saturday, March 10, 2012
Publish in Tribune the DRAFT FY2012 One-Year Action Plan.

Monday, March 12, 2012 through Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Thirty-day comment period commences and concludes.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012, 2:30 p.m.
NARC Meeting to ADOPT the Final FY2012 One-Year Action Plan.

Thursday, April 19, 2012 or Monday, May 7, 2012, 7:30 p.m.
New Albany Common Council will adopt a Resolution formally authorizing submittal of the FY2012 One-Year Action Plan to the U. S. Department of Housing and Urban Development.

Thursday, September 11, 2012, 2:30 p.m.
NARC will conduct a Public Hearing to report the Grantee’s performance for FY2011.

Please verify meetings due to possible dates, rooms and/or time changes. Questions and/or written comments shall be received in the Redevelopment Department, Room 325, City-County Building, New Albany, Indiana or by contacting 812-948-5333.

"Oceans Away," by Elton John and Bernie Taupin.



It's an instructive juxtaposition listening to Bernie Taupin explain his poignant lyrics in the context of his father's World War II service and the "Greatest Generation," while at the same time (belatedly) becoming immersed in the Foyle's War television series from Great Britain.

It should suffice to point out that not every member of the greatest generation was created equal, but we've chosen to remember the better angels of their nature in this former time, perhaps because the contrast between then and now (think: government shutdown) seems more palatable if we erase past dissonance.

But what a wonderful song. In fact, Elton John's album (The Diving Board) is another example of distinguished late period rock and pop music. Check it out.


I hung out with the old folks, in the hope that I'd get wise.
I was trying to bridge the gap, between the great divide.
Hung on every recollection, in the theater of their eyes
Picking up on this and that, in the few that still survive.

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell,
The ones that had to stay,
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away

They bend like trees in winter, these shuffling old gray lions
Though snow white start to gather, like the belt around Orion.
Just a touch of faded lightning, of the powerful design,
Of the generation gathered, for maybe the last time.

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the the ones, they had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell,
The ones that had to stay,
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away

Oceans away where the green grass sways and the cool wind blows across the shadow of their graves.
shoulder to shoulder, back in the day, sleeping bones to rest in Earth
Oceans away
Oceans away

Call em up
Dust em off
Let em shine
The ones who hold onto the ones, they had to leave behind
Those that flew, those that fell,
The ones that had to stay,
Beneath a little wooden cross
Oceans away

Saturday, October 05, 2013

The death of Vo Nguyen Giap.

Who knew he was still alive after all this time?

Gen. Vo Nguyen Giap, Who Ousted U.S. From Vietnam, Is Dead, by Joseph R. Gregory (NYT)

Vo Nguyen Giap, the relentless and charismatic North Vietnamese general whose campaigns drove both France and the United States out of Vietnam, died on Friday in Hanoi. He was believed to be 102.

Did the general achieve success by throwing manpower into a meat grinder? Probably. But one has to admire his prescience in another aspect of war.

He knew something else as well, and profited from it: that waging war in the television age depended as much on propaganda as it did on success in the field.

These lessons were driven home in the Tet offensive of 1968, when North Vietnamese regulars and Vietcong guerrillas attacked scores of military targets and provincial capitals throughout South Vietnam, only to be thrown back with staggering losses. General Giap had expected the offensive to set off uprisings and show the Vietnamese that the Americans were vulnerable.

Militarily, it was a failure. But the offensive came as opposition to the war was growing in the United States, and the televised savagery of the fighting fueled another wave of protests. President Lyndon B. Johnson, who had been contemplating retirement months before Tet, decided not to seek re-election, and with the election of Richard M. Nixon in November, the long withdrawal of American forces began.

Walkability as a civil rights issue?


Walkability as a case for New Albany's thus far inexplicably muzzled Human Rights Commission. Hmm. Let's get on this, shall we?


NAACP: A Walkable Built Environment Is a “Premier Civil Rights Issue”, by Tanya Snyder (DC.Streetsblog)

The shooting at the Capitol yesterday, which took place as Walking Summit advocates were there lobbying lawmakers, underscores a very important point: Street safety isn’t just about sidewalks and traffic. It’s also about crime.

That’s one aspect that walkability advocates often overlook when discussing improvements to make an area “safer” for pedestrians. “For us, the conversation is along the lines of ‘reclaiming the streets,’” Niiobli Armah told me. Armah is the NAACP’s manager of childhood obesity for their health and wellness initiatives.

REWOUND for 2013: Revisiting the Swill Walk (2007).

As the white-bread Bicentennial Junta parties like it’s 1913, the city of New Albany somehow continues to inch forward, into a future that we seem intent on ignoring. As urbanist Brent Toderian has said, "Leadership is about addressing the 8 most frustrating words in the English language - 'we could never do that in our city.'" 

Yep. We can't do it in New Albany because our euphemistically termed civic leaders "just never had to think about this." In the end, the 6th district CM who used the words "no brainer" to describe a $20 million parks project was correct, though not for the right reasons. 

Are they ever the right reasons? There are times when one questions how we manage forward progress at all, but somehow we do.

Harvest Homecoming, our most reliable indicator of deeply ingrained civic conservatism, lies just ahead. Indeed, the carbohydrates are massing as I write. This year, amid the autumnal New Albany family tradition, Bank Street Brewhouse will continue its own alternative of Fringe Fest (volume six) during booth days, with beer, food, music and more, offering a calculated contrast to the prevailing bedlam. As always, we’ll be intently watching on Friday afternoon (October 11) to see how much of the sodden “beer walk” crowd spills over into our aerie of opposing yeast cultures. 

We will greet them with drams of Hoosier Daddy and a message: Yes, we CAN get better.



The following essay originally was published at the conclusion of Harvest Homecoming, 2007. Six years later, how much has changed?

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Harvest Homecoming's "swill walk" emblematic of clashing demographics.

New Albany’s annual Harvest Homecoming festival started life quite small and inconspicuously four decades ago, and it has since grown into what its organizers claim is the second largest gathering of its type in the state of Indiana, trailing only the Indianapolis 500 celebration.

There are numerous themed events for two weeks preceding the yearly parade, then four “booth days” during which streets in the heart of New Albany’s historic business district are closed, yielding to what amounts to an enormous food court with games, information and music thrown in for good measure. At its best, the ideal of Harvest Homecoming is civic-minded and predominantly local in nature, with generations frequenting the same rolled oyster booth or chicken dinner emporium run by the same church or charity.

When Harvest Homecoming took its embryonic shape in the late 1960’s, and unbeknownst to most people living at the time, New Albany’s downtown was about to commence a long, painful and degrading descent into dormancy. As my ruminations today are not intended to constitute an essay about the familiar phenomenon of inner-city urban decay, I’ll leave it at that, and observe that Harvest Homecoming’s governing committee might plausibly say that for a long period of time, certainly by the 1990’s, the festival was about the only game going downtown.

Harvest Homecoming has been planned accordingly. Now, with stirrings of downtown revitalization far too strong to be ignored, the plan likely will have to be modified in coming years. Unfortunately, a case can be made that Harvest Homecoming’s demographic and the demographic spearheading downtown revitalization are heading in opposite directions, with potential difficulties that might as well be addressed now rather than later.

For those who have glimpsed a bit of the planet outside New Albany, and who have had the good fortune to be exposed to post-secondary education and its expansion of consciousness, there almost inevitably exists a measure of ambivalence about Harvest Homecoming as the institution has evolved – some would say “devolved – over the years. This ambivalence does not imply rejection of it, but simply a recognition that sometimes the closer one is to something, the harder it is to see how it really looks.

The festival’s stewards are “lifer” volunteers who work hard year-round, and while any fair critique of their performance might point to a deeply ingrained conservatism and a general reluctance to think outside the Bud, their fundamental aim of maintaining a family-oriented annual celebration is admirable.

Admirable, yes, but certainly not easy to ensure, and no single Harvest Homecoming “event” grandly compromises the committee’s goal of a family friendly festival like the Friday afternoon “beer walk,” which might be termed the “swill walk,” and so I think I will call it that.

From the outset, make no mistake: The official Harvest Homecoming committee is no friend of the swill walk, and bristles when people contact the organizers for information about it. Although in the past, I merely shrugged and considered the committee’s attitude toward the swill walk to be an extension of its customary stodginess on other matters, this year I made it a point to observe the swill walk in progress.

The committee is right on target. It isn’t a pretty picture. In fact, the swill walk is a civic embarrassment, and as part and parcel of a litigious society, it’s probably only a matter of time before something ugly occurs and the torts begin flying. Speaking personally, at a time when many in my sector of the beer business are trying to raise the bar when it comes to responsible beer consumption, the swill walk sadly reminds us that neo-Prohibitionists occasionally have something approximating a valid point, and that the activities of the nation’s mass-market swill merchants are as much of a daily threat to our ability to offer the populace a changed paradigm as those who would eliminate alcohol entirely on grounds of its intrinsic “evil.”

Like many other aspects of life, there surely are evils intrinsic to the consumption of beer. Most of us are devoted to the ideal of lessening these, so why encourage their exaltation?

The way it works is this. Every year on the Friday afternoon of Harvest Homecoming, a “style” show is held at the riverfront “beer tent” (“swill tent” is more like it) during lunchtime, and the show’s conclusion is the unofficial signal for hundreds of people to begin, or in many cases to continue, drinking while traversing a jagged route through the blocked-off and humanity-packed downtown streets where food and activity booths hold sway.

The ubiquity of gratis Anheuser-Busch advertising paraphernalia, which is generated in-house at the local wholesaler at a scale that would humble the propagandistic Communist and Fascist regimes of old, provides ample evidence as to the underlying grease that lubricates the phenomenon of the swill walk, namely, that the local A-B wholesaler has agreed not to cash the checks written to pay for two-story-tall stacks of Bud Light until the week following the festival’s conclusion, something that is of borderline legality in the state of Indiana.

Meanwhile, duly oiled, the denizens of the swill walk surge through the most congested harvest Homecoming area, participants stumbling from one bar to the next, slamming liquor shots and chugging beer from cans that are seldom recycled while screaming obscenities in proximity to children, then urinating in places that even someone like me – a veteran of Oktoberfest in Munich and Pamplona’s festival of San Fermin – is hard pressed to imagine.

Once I saw a port-a-can being nearly toppled by drunks. Around the corner, bikers clad in ominous black costumes queued a short block away from where this year’s “teen scene” stage was erected. How Pamplona manages to achieve a balance between its children and an invading wave of Euro trash is beyond me; perhaps we might ask, because the New Albany way doesn’t seem to be working.

The family-unfriendly effect of all this is hard to exaggerate in print, and when taken in the context of an overall festival that sadly has devolved over the decades into low, lower and lowest common denominators – a metaphor applicable to the city as a whole – it’s frustrating, indeed, to witness the chaos and know that I’m in the same business.

I’m neither naïve, nor out to bring the furies crashing down on the urine-stained drunks gracefully bellowing at each other during the swill walk. It is not my intention to frown on the profit motives of downtown bar owners, who probably reap several weeks of revenue in three days during Harvest Homecoming, and who are happy to accept largesse as offered by wholesalers eager to see the cash registers hum.

Of course, I well understand that my “good beer” segment of the marketplace is small, but I also maintain that this niche is upwardly mobile and in keeping with humanity’s constructive (as opposed to anarchic) instincts, and furthermore, that it is capable of sense and sensibility in addition to windfall weekend profits.

If NABC’s projected downtown brewing project comes to fruition, we hope to be able to illustrate that beer quality can be good, not bland, and that better beer can be consumed responsibly in a wholesome, entertaining and better atmosphere – which, after all, is the lesson any thinking human being takes away after sitting for a couple of hours drinking beer in a Bavarian beer garden, with playground equipment and young children generally in close proximity. Our future beer sales during Harvest Homecoming will be contained and controlled as far as humanly possible, and we’ll try to offer a higher common denominator. We may fail, but we’ll try.

Disclaimers aside, and in spite of my reluctance to tempt unfavorable karma by saying it aloud, the swill walk that takes place during Harvest Homecoming is aided and abetted by a blind eye to illegality, and while I can understand this coming from the local gendarmes, I find it curious that the state tolerates it.

You’re free to disagree. On this call, I suspect many of you will.

Friday, October 04, 2013

Sandkerwa means Anstich? It's that time again


Bamberg, a beautiful city of 75,000 people located in the countryside of the northern German region known as Franconia, has long been recognized as the epicenter of traditional German brewing and beer culture. Around ten breweries operate within the city limits, and as many as 125 others are to be found within the outward radius of a good day’s bicycle ride. The majority of Franconia’s 300 breweries are family owned and operated.

For a half-century, SANDKERWA (SAND-kehr-wa) has been Bamberg’s end-of-summer street festival, one that originated as a church-related commemoration in the historic city’s oldest central district. For six days each year in late August, the Altstadt’s narrow lanes are filled with food, beer and people in a hearty celebration that brings Munich’s better known Oktoberfest to mind, but exists on a less crowded, decentralized and more enjoyably human scale.

Sandkerwa is an idea worth emulating, and Bamberg a state of mind worth honoring, hence Sandkerwa New Albany -- or Sandkerwa NA. The venue is NABC's Pizzeria & Public House (3312 Plaza Drive in New Albany).

Again in 2013, NABC’s original German-themed draft beer fest kicks off a few weeks later than usual to allow for a special delivery of gravity-dispense (Anstich) kegs from breweries in Bamberg and its Franconian hinterlands. But now they're here, and the first Anstich keg will be tapped on Friday, October 4, at 3:00 p.m.

Each one of these Anstich kegs has 40 half-liter (16.9 oz) pours inside it. The plan is to tap one per day according to this schedule. All tapping times are 3:00 p.m. unless noted otherwise.

Friday Oct. 4th
Löwenbräu (Buttenheim) Kellerbier

Saturday Oct. 5th
Weissenohe Bioland Export

Thursday Oct. 10th (tapped at 5:00 p.m.)
Mahr's Ungespundet

Friday Oct. 11th
Weissenohe Monk's Fest

Saturday Oct. 12th
Bayer Theinheim Landbier

Friday Oct. 18th
Weissenohe Zwickel Pils

Saturday Oct. 19th
Mönchsambacher Lagerbier

Friday Oct. 25th
Weissenohe Altfränkisch Klosterbier

Saturday Oct. 26th
Kraus Lager Hell

As many readers will have surmised, once tapped, Anstich kegs will not keep for long, so they'll be priced to sell through in an evening.

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The Publican on Bamberg, by Roger A. Baylor

In personal terms, my experience with Bamberg dates to 1991, when I visited the Franconian city for the first time. Even before that, there was unmistakable infatuation. I’d read accounts of the city’s beer culture written by the late, great British beer writer Michael Jackson and salivated over his written descriptions of Schlenkerla’s trademark smoked lager.

Long before I tasted it, I knew that Schlenkerla would be an unquestioned, enduring favorite, and my first sip amply confirmed it.

Subsequent encounters with Schlenkerla have not failed to entice and impress, and these half-dozen trips since the first one have confirmed not only that Bamberg is the place to go for smoked lager, an elegant retro-rarity in the world of beer, but furthermore, that the city simply has no serious competition as the finest setting for beer drinking in all of Germany.

The beer is sublime, and available in as many styles and variations as there are taste buds, but the truly priceless aspect of any visit to Bamberg emanates from the opportunity, one unfortunately threatened by the pace of modern life, to comprehensively experience a culture seemingly crafted from only the very best of beer’s numerous virtues.

From the savory and always reasonably priced German cuisine accompanying and complementing my beverage of choice to the city’s many traditional indoor and outdoor drinking and dining venues, Bamberg affords the enhancement of gustatory and olfactory pleasures in a way that larger cities cannot match.

Bamberg’s 75,000 residents enjoy the products of the city’s ten (I'm guessing) remaining breweries (down from as many as two dozen a century ago), and also have the opportunity to sample the selected wares of more than a few of the 125-plus breweries in a fifty-mile radius. Many of these breweries are located in charming small towns tucked away in wooded hills and pastoral valleys radiating outward from Bamberg.

Bamberg and its outlying Franconian environs are to German beer what the Amazon Basin is to species of flora and fauna: A diverse and unfathomable “zymurgo-system,” and a treasure trove of species, many of which are doomed to extinction owing to the relentless march of consumerism and mass-marketing.

In truth, few of these beers equal the mighty Schlenkerla Marzen, the Trum family’s everyday (that’s right, everyday) beer. It is a full-bodied amber lager, and it would be delicious even if it did not burst upon the palate with an assertively smoky flavor deriving from beechwood kilning in the brewery’s micro-malting – a traditional method itself now largely extinct.

But there’s something to be said – and tasted – for each.

REWIND: We love a parade, unless …

This column originally was published in the local 'Bama newspaper on October 8, 2009. 

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“CC, I just don’t get it. Why are we having a pay raise at three in the morning on a Sunday?”

Councilman Cappuccino glared at the ventriloquist dummy seated next to him on the riding lawnmower. He had other bologna to barbecue at the moment.

Like: Where were all the little people?

And: Where was the Citizens Faux Accountability float?

He’d been promised a million taxpayer turnout, and now here it was, crunch time, and nothing – well, nothing except that strange woman dressed up like a male college professor, waving her (his?) “NO” sign at the drunkard sleeping on the sidewalk outside the deserted Luddite Bar and Grill and babbling about teabags.

“It’s a PARADE, not a pay raise. It’s a wonder I get anything undone around here.”

Cappuccino spat.

“Li’l Stevie, I already told you. Them people wouldn’t let us in their high-falutin’ parade last Saturday. True, the application was late, but the Englandites, the parade committee, the Democrats, the Republicans, them pergessives – they’re all against us, every single one of ‘em.”

“But CC, I thought we were Democrats, too. Isn’t that what it says on my yard signs? What are we, anyway? Are we Yeller Dogs?”

Cappuccino felt the clinch of his inner copperhead. “That’s BLUE Dogs, not yeller. Durn it, we’re more Democrat than all them people are. We’re so Democrat, we’re actually Republican.”

“Is that why we’re against everything, CC?”

Hmm, thought Cappuccino as he fondled his ceremonial toilet key. Maybe that IS it, after all.

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“Let’s get this protest march … I mean, this parade … on the road.”

Cappuccino clambered up on the seat of the riding lawnmower. Pawing his antique plastic Captain Marvel bullhorn, he turned to address the throng gathered behind him.

“Remember, we’re mad as heck. All them people getting the breaks, and us not getting the right information, and then they want to come and take the EDIT subsidy off the sewer bills – don’t they know that this year’s parade theme is Gloom, Despair and Agony on All of Us, Each and Every One?”

A lone stray mutt sprawled in the gravel moaned. Was this crazy human going to feed him, or not?

“All right, let’s go!”

Sputtering and coughing, the Regress Express eased onto Spring Street and headed west.

“Watch out, CC,” exclaimed Li’l Stevie. “You’re in the bike lane, boss. It’s illegal to mow the bike lane.”

I wouldn’t worry about that,” replied Cappuccino through clenched teeth. “We’re against ordinance enforcement, remember?”

“I thought that was just because of my rental properties. Look, CC, there’s one over there. It’s that quadplex cardboard box. I can’t believe they were throwing that one away. We’re hurtin’, don’t you know?

The pitch black autumn night sky gradually laced with streaks of light as Cappuccino’s convoy neared the historic business district. Li’l Stevie picked up his banjo and began rendering.

TWANG

C’mon people now
Smile on your brother
If it just would’ve been $4.8 million and not a mere 870 g’s
We could’ve shut this mother down, right now

TWANG

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“Look at what you went and made me do,” bellowed a red-faced Cappuccino. “I missed the turn on Bank Street! Now what?”

“Heck, I wanted to see the patio the ratepayers built,” said Li’l Stevie, “but that’s okay. Take a left on Pearl, and we’ll double back and close down Hewie’s.”

As Cappuccino gently guided the festive lawnmower left onto Pearl, a grandly costumed figure suddenly leaped into his path. What remained of the transmission was disengaged, and Li’l Stevie went crashing into the moon tea jug.

“Halt, interlopers. You shall not pass!”

Standing before them was a fully armored Roman centurion, complete with diamond-studded breastplate and 24-carat plumed helmet.

(“It’s one of them revenuers, CC,” whispered Li’l Stevie. “Hide the pull tabs, fast, and call the VFW.”)

There was much clanking and clanging of iron and steel as the man lowered his Latinate scroll.

“It is I – Tiberius Severus Octavian Elagabalus Septimius Augustus Claudius Hadrian, the Protector of Pearl, Deliverer of all Downtown Datedness, Master of the Mercantile, and Guardian of the Gates. I have embarked on a valiant campaign against invading barbarian parade watchers, for which the city shall be eternally grateful. We will meet them on the plains, and in the forests, and in the streets, and out behind the floodwall … ”

“Wait a minute,” said Li’l Stevie, who’d climbed back on Cappuccino’s knee. “Who do you think you are to stand in the way of progress downtown? This is MY council district to kneecap – right, CC?”

Cappuccino grimaced. “It’s just Councilman CeeSaw.”

CeeSaw struck an appropriately dramatic pose.

“Indeed! Festive parades bring people, and people are a grave threat to walk-up sales. We can’t afford to lose even half of 1/365th of a day of business to a mere event that makes the community happy, even for only half of 1/365th of a day.”

“For heaven’s sake, CeeSaw,” countered Cappuccino. “It’s Sunday morning. Your shop isn’t even open.”

“But what if it was? There’d be all kinds of people down here, and then what would we do? Obviously, you don’t understand retail.”

Distractedly tuning his dobro, Li’l Stevie observed, “CC, this guy makes even less sense than you do.”

”Oh, yeah!”

“Sez who?”

“Who do you think you are, Dan Quixote?”

Their squabbling voices rose with the sun, and a council meeting broke out right there, in the empty downtown street.

The multi-talented Kerry Stemler can screw up wet dreams on BOTH sides of the river.



Sifting through the weird breathlessness of Insider Louisville typically takes some doing. One of the site's latest fixations has been purges underway at Greater Louisvile Inc (GLI), which is Louisville's version of One Southern Indiana (1Si), which in turn suggests that a source for discounted Hazmat suits would be very much appreciated if I'm to keep reading about the wonders of besuited enrichment.

Wait ... what's the smell? It smells like a garden-variety Quisling to me.
CEO Craig Richard’s letter to GLI members reveals first details about staff cuts, budget issues and travel freezes

 ... These changes were not made lightly or in a vacuum. Communication with GLI’s Chairman of the Board, Kerry Stemler, and members of our Executive Committee on these decisions were ongoing. I appreciate their full support as we implement these changes and cost-saving initiatives.

Let me get this straight: Stemler gets to poison more than one well? On both sides of the river? Too bad we're not a tri-state area; he could pull a hat trick -- or a rat trick.

Just savor this prime bit of vintage oligarch-speak gibberish as he explores efficiencies and body cavities at GLI.

Sources: ‘Bloodbath’ at Greater Louisville Inc., with at least 25 percent of staff dismissed, by Terry Boyd

 ... “There were two catalysts for organizational change at this time – the post-recession business dynamics and the new leadership agenda of our president and CEO Craig Richard. We’ve been able to identify efficiencies within the organization and create a structure with an increased focus on economic development and member services.” Kerry Stemler, Chairman of the Board, Greater Louisville Inc.

Writing like that is so incredibly bad that it makes one pine for the halcyon days of Benny Breeze. In comparison with Stemler's nonsense, Tea Party screeds read like Thomas Jefferson. It makes Bob Cesar look visionary. More gin is demanded.

Posterity is going to be very unkind to these lemmings. GLI and 1Si will be consigned to the ash heaps they both richly deserve to inhabit. Meanwhile, future generations will be asking:

Why'd they let a second-rater like Stemler dictate anything beyond a mobile phone's voice mail message?

Oct. 19: Kentucky Kicks Ass BrewFest to benefit Kentuckians for the Commonwealth.

I find it highly annoying that NABC cannot participate in this event. It's isn't because we lack the desire, but the fact is that currently, we have no wholesale distribution in greater Kentucky. Consequently, our official presence is precluded -- at least this year. Maybe in 2014.

NABC always has a great time with Kentuckians for the Commonwealth and its Louisville Loves Mountains festival each May. I thinking seriously about road-tripping to Lexington for this one.

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Kentucky Kicks Ass BrewFest

Join Kentucky For Kentucky as we partner with Kentuckians For The Commonwealth (KFTC) to host the Ky Kicks Ass BrewFest.

Tickets are $20 and are available for cash only sales at West Sixth Brewing and Lexington Beerworks! Credit Card sale will be available at CD Central and pop-up shops around town.

Receive a special release sample glass and 20 beer tickets.

FULL BAR by Grand Reserve for Non-beer drinkers.

Craft Beer in Kentucky is growing at an amazing speed. Come down and sample from 11 of Kentucky's breweries.

We'll have 3-5 varieties from each brewery and a few special releases.

Featuring: Against the Grain, Apocalypse, BBC, Blue Stallion, Country Boys, Cumberland, Fall City, Kentucky Ale, Lore, Sterling, and West Sixth.

Food By: Hardwood Pizza, Fork in the Road, and Grind Burger.

Music By: The Jarflies, Warren Byrom & the Fabled Canelands, and Bear Medicine!

Benefiting: Kentuckians For The Commonwealth, 32-year-old grassroots, citizens' organization that believes in the power of people, working together, to challenge injustices, right wrongs, and improve the quality of life for all Kentuckians. Visit KFTC online at www.kftc.org.

Make sure to “Kick Ass” responsibly...if not, we have the right to deny Ky Craft beer to anyone being an idiot and tarnishing Ky’s great name, regardless of how many drink tickets you have left!

Thursday, October 03, 2013

ON THE AVENUES REWOUND: Wonderful and delightful harvesting ... in 2013.

ON THE AVENUES: Wonderful and delightful harvesting ... in 2013.

A weekly web column by Roger A. Baylor.

NABC’s 6th annual Fringe Fest provides an oasis of beer-driven sanity amid the bedlam. This column has been updated to reflect new, unchanged realities in New Albany. 

Properly rendered, civic festivals are just the sort of exercise to promote good times, unite the citizenry, help us bond through joy and alcohol (on second thought, that’s a redundancy), and maybe provide another yearly excuse to conduct a spate of deep street cleaning – preferably, both before and after the crowds come through.

When it comes to civic festivals, New Albany prefers ponderous bludgeoning over subtle stilettos. In rhetorical terms, so do I, and yet my feelings about Harvest Homecoming probably are more nuanced than they often appear to be.

I like it.

Except when I don’t.

For those just tuning in, Harvest Homecoming is New Albany’s annual 800-lb municipal gorilla, or stated more mildly, it is the granddaddy of all festivals in this slowly recovering, stubbornly hidebound city.

The annual arrival of the itinerant carnies precedes the opening weekend’s parade (this year, on October 5), and starting on the 10th, the heart of the historic business district downtown is handed over lock, stock and sewer pipe to Harvest Homecoming’s mysterious, Kremlinesque governing committee. Four solid days of throng-crowded booths ensue, manned by local indies and huckster mercenaries alike, dispensing foodstuffs, arts, crafts, politics and anti-abortion counseling, and completely disrupting any semblance of downtown commerce as finally functioning properly.

Increasingly, this yearly disruption constitutes the flash point.

For decades, there was little objection to Harvest Homecoming’s yearly invasion and occupation of downtown, because downtown was a ghost town. Now it isn’t, and dynamic revitalization has a predictable way of igniting a revolution of rising expectations among a new generation of downtown business owners, investors and clients. These are plain facts. However, as yet, there is no obvious solution to dynamism’s clash with conservatism, primarily because the low level of daily communication between various interested parties makes sparse dialogue between North and South Korea look like a beer hall sing-along in Munich.

Yes, there have been painstakingly slow and incremental concessions, and as Harvest Homecoming generationally reloads, the festival surely must go through a necessary process of reinvention. But from the standpoint of newer downtown businesses, the root equation remains largely unaltered: Harvest Homecoming’s longtime business model is dependent on the existence of a clean, moribund downtown slate that no longer exists, and if anything, will grow even less adaptive to the festival’s needs in the years to come.

My personal nuances are these: I don’t dislike the idea of Harvest Homecoming, only its current implementation. I believe it can be adapted to take full advantage of potential symmetry between it and an evolving downtown business district, without sacrificing its tradition, and to the benefit of all parties involved. I envision a downtown food and drink court on the current booth grid, one maximizing the uniqueness of our burgeoning dining scene, retaining space for booths while not blocking year-long purveyors. I foresee a celebration of what downtown New Albany is, and is becoming.

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I’m just the only one stupid enough to dream aloud. For this, I'm sure to be punished.

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We’ve considered another pressing question many times previously: Do we need a second major civic festival in New Albany?

Whatever its future disposition, Harvest Homecoming has the autumn outdoor imagery slot locked up tight, and in late April, two weeks of Kentucky Derby revelry usually consumes Southern Indiana residents and then spits them back out in mid-May, after the horse pimps have moved on to fresh drugging elsewhere.

A few years back, there was a springtime Da Vinci fest in downtown New Albany, which in retrospect may have been just slightly before its time. Da Vinci’s twist was a bicycle racing component; if it ever were to be resurrected, as with the recent New Albany Crit, I’d like to see beercycling events take place, too. Of course, a dozen or more weekends annually are booked with local and regional church picnics, concerts and specialized fetes. Finding an open date for our second major civic festival might be difficult, indeed.

(While none of the preceding can compete in scale and impact with the true heavyweight world fests – Oktoberfest, Mardi Gras, Running with the Bulls, or that lesser-known fete in Spain where they have tomato fights – the violence inherent in each of these, real or imagined, certainly qualifies them as worth copying for city council fundraising opportunities.)

With the chair’s permission, permit me to repeat my insistent civic festival proposal: As held on Election Day in November, it calls for the exaltation of meatloaf.

Not upper-case Meat Loaf, formerly Marvin Aday, who always wanted to sleep on it, but lower-case meat loaf: The myth, the legend and the great extender, tastily stretching limited household meats and means. Meat loaves of varying composition are rock solid staples in cultural, culinary repertoires the world over.

Great meat loaves? There’s a certain ring to that, and a growling of stomachs.

Does head cheese qualify as meat loaf?

I think so. Pig parts congealed in aspic and formed into a quivering block definitely merit a side competition for the more adventurous, because after all, aren’t we past the whole catsup glaze notion? Instead, our competition will encourage creativity. You can barbecue meat loaf, make it Cuban, or substitute Honey Cream doughnuts for filler.

Why Election Day for this festive “New Albany Loves Meat Loaf” gig? It’s an apt metaphor for a municipality (and county, and state) with budgets long since pared of lean and fat, where we’re down to cooking the bones for a bit of flavoring marrow.

Indiana’s former governor, current university head and future saint Mitch Daniels already had the 99% dining on scant meat loaf when he left office, and his successor Mike Pence is steady at the helm when it comes to ensuring the better cuts of cow stay at the “right” tables. The rest of us might as well learn a few meat loaf recipes sooner rather than later -- if not for own sustenance, then maybe for paying the municipal workers.

Mike Ladd: 17 months to receive 2 weeks pay, and other shovel-ready Ethics Commission topics.

Where to begin?

Michael C. Ladd, former  executive director of the New Albany Urban Enterprise Association, has written a letter to the News and Tribune documenting the "payment due" shambles following in the wake of his March, 2012 dismissal. The gist of all this is simple to the point of eloquence:

Why have an Ethics Commission if not to consider such matters?

Of course, eloquence seldom plays well in a town that doesn't read. For those who do, there is ample background for this story right here at NAC. The words are mine, except Nick Cortolillo's.

Rare sighting of the city's Ethics Commission returns focus to Ladd's UEA 2012 "norwooding" ... "Let me phrase it this way: If you lost your job owing to allegations of malfeasance, and there was an opportunity to set the record straight, wouldn't you prefer future employers to view your past record as it was, not as unsubstantiated insinuations have continued to depict it?"

Ethics Commission receives shovel-ready complaint ... "Make no mistake: I'll go to my grave denouncing the third England administration's grubby treatment of Mike Ladd, borne of its desire to grab whatever money it could, while there still remained non-transparent time to do so and a handy nearby ATM. It sickened me then, it sickens me now, and I'm prepared to debate any one, any time, who argues otherwise."

Nick Cortolillo on "politically motivated interference" with the UEA ... "The city of New Albany wanted unlimited access to the enterprise association’s revenue and Ladd was in the way."

UEA decapitation: Different tactics, same desired outcome, and still just as wrong as before ... "How can history’s lessons be understood and heeded, and its mistakes avoided, by collective amnesia? Mr. Duggins has assured me that in this brave new UEA world, the coercive errors of the England years will never be repeated, and I believe he’s being sincere. And yet, without publicly discussing what the errors actually were, do we even know what we’re referring to?"

ON THE AVENUES: A decapitation, coming tomorrow ... "I do not agree that pre-determined outcomes are truly representative of what consultative, democratic government should be."

Ladd's letter follows. I've chosen to publish the original version, not the edited version which appears in the newspaper.

Former UEZ director: checks were long overdue

Editor’s note: Michael Ladd, former executive director of the Urban Enterprise Zone Association, is referring to a story published by the News and Tribune that ran in the Aug. 31, 2013, edition titled “New Albany: A highly ethical city?” He is referring to David Duggins, director of economic development and redevelopment for New Albany.

To the Editor:

"Duggins said the UEZ attempted to mail two checks to cover the $1,875 for two weeks of pay they believe he was due, but they were returned and not cashed.

We do feel like he was entitled to the remaining two weeks of his contract."

It took 17 months for the UEZ to send the above referenced two checks and then only after the Indiana Department of Labor (IDOL) suggested I sue the NAUEA after three attempts to contact Duggins and the UEZ failed to elicit any response at all. Also, there have been at least five attempts by local attornies to contact Duggins specifically and the UEA through its board president and other officers about the same matter over the same seventeen month period. It was only after the IDOL recommended I sue that the UEA (through the civil city attorney) responded. The email is dated July 17 and reads . . .

Dear Michael Ladd:

The Indiana Department of Labor has been investigating the above-referenced wage claim. We made several attempts to contact New Albany Urban Enterprise Association, but received no response. As there was no information provided by New Albany Urban Enterprise Association, we have made the following determination:

Indiana wage & hour law generally requires an employer to pay an employee who has separated from employment all wages due at the next regularly-scheduled payday. (See Indiana Code 22-2-5-1(b)).

Since New Albany Urban Enterprise Association failed to respond to this claim, the Department of Labor is unable to determine whether the wages claimed are actually owed. If this determination is believed to be in error, Michael Ladd may wish to consult with private legal counsel. As a courtesy, we have provided Michael Ladd with a list of attorneys in Indiana who have acknowledged that they will assist with Wage Claims.

If you have any questions or concerns about this determination, please contact us via e-mail at wageclaims@dol.in.gov or by phone at (317) 232-2655 option 1.

Sincerely,

Wage and Hour Division

Following this recommendation, on August 1, 2013, I found in my mailbox a letter signed "Shane L. Gibson Corporate Counsel". In it were a cover letter and two checks from the UEA. The checks were dated March 15, 2012. I had written them myself. Seventeen months old, eleven months out of date. Checks have a shelf-life of six months. Therefore, the checks were uncashable. Of course I returned them. They were no good. Five days later I received newly issued, cashable, checks.

"We do feel like he was entitled to the remaining two weeks of his contract." But only after seventeen months of stalling, numerous efforts by attorneys to contact them, and after attempting to pawn off two checks that were no good. Duggins is good at parsing his words and uttering sentences that leave a reader or listener with a mis-impression of actual circumstances. It is only after looking behind the curtain that you learn the truth.

There is only one point on which I can say I agree with Duggins: I too would be "happy to discuss" these issues with the Ethics Commission. If they ever get created and actually meet.

Michael C. Ladd

Harvest Homecoming 2013, Part Three: Recalling 2012, and tails wagging dogs.

Tuesday: Harvest Homecoming 2013, Part Two: No longer what downtown is about.

Monday: Harvest Homecoming 2013, Part One: More evolution, less fear.

In 2012, Wick’s Pizza had an idea to stage an outdoor beer garden during Harvest Homecoming, and to share a measure of the branding with NABC. In 2012, this idea was rejected, but this year it was approved. Just recently I reprinted the third part of last year's Harvest Homecoming series, so I'll not do it again in this space. Here's the link:

This year Wick's can have a tent during Harvest Homecoming, but in 2012, the tail was wagging the dog.


The final paragraphs of the preceding suffice to reiterate my point.

"It is my belief that this story illustrates an ever-widening disconnect between the understandable self-identity (not to mention preservation instinct) of the part-time Harvest Homecoming, and the re-emergence of a full-time downtown business district with objectives, needs and identities of its own.

"Why is Harvest Homecoming still allowed to throw its weight around in this manner for a mere four days a year, when the best strategy of potential benefit for all the city’s residents is to nurture and build a downtown capable of throwing its weight around, and accruing dividends, every single day of the year?"

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Showtime at the Art Store is Saturday night, October 5.


Saturday may be parade day in NA, but don't forget yet another chance to enjoy NABC on October 5th: Showtime at the Art Store. It's local art and artists, local music and local beer.


Look carefully -- there, above the door: It's Bank Street Brewhouse, on the right side of New Albany street grid history.




October 24 update: My two-way street project and how you can help.

I've paid to have 125 of these simple two-way sheets printed. My dime. You can buy me a beer some time.

They are intentionally wordless, but there is space to add a message if desired:

"Two way me, baby"
"There's more than one way to drive"
"In NA, we like it both ways"

Maybe just, "We Support" or "In Favor"

What I'll be doing in the coming days is trying to get as many of these as possible in downtown business windows. I'll be starting on Pearl Street. See if you can guess why. By the way, here's an anecdote shared by a friend.

My co-worker wanted to buy the book being sold at Endris. We pulled up on Pearl right by Endris. A woman parked a SUV right outside their door and waited, Jean came outside and they began to go through the stuff in the woman's van. We waited, Jean crossed the street like one north west spot and put stuff in her own SUV. We asked if the lady was gonna move but noooo, they had more stuff to go through. My rambling point is this ... downtown merchant ... councilman ... opposed to 2 way ... taking up at least two parking spots for themselves on the short block of Pearl between Spring and Market. WTF.

The recent annals of the parade, this year with NABC Strassen Bräu.


This Saturday, October 5, is the annual Harvest Homecoming Parade in downtown New Albany.

Pictured above is a scene from the 2009 parade, when NABC had its fire truck float. Note the absence of the steeple on St. Mary's. It was being restored post-hurricane, and the church being made ready for an exterior refitting when the parade passed it that year.

Because the parade's traditional final turn is from Spring Street onto Bank Street, you can see the whole show at Bank Street Brewhouse with a Progressive Pint in hand. BSB will open at 11:00 a.m., and while the parade begins at noon, it takes a while for it to reach our craft beer-fueled reviewing stand.

For the occasion of the October 5 parade, NABC is releasing Strassen Bräu, our Bavarian-style Marzen/Oktoberfest. It will be pouring at BSB as well as the original Pizzeria & Public House location. Also on the 5th, we’ll launch a final hurrah for Tricentennial Ale. As of today, roughly 100 hand-numbered of the limited edition of 300 bottles remain in stock for purchase (both NABC locations) and draft is down to a handful of kegs — which will be tapped at both locations on parade day.

Finally, the annual parade party at the 1117 East Spring Street Neighborhood Association is once again on. Stay tuned for further details, and RSVP if you intend to stop by.

Harvest Homecoming 2013, Part Two: No longer what downtown is about.

These thoughts were first published here on September 25, 2012. 

Yesterday: More evolution, less fear.

See also: A message to Harvest Homecoming food vendors ... and your PourGate update for Monday, September 30.

It is undoubtedly true that Harvest Homecoming draws large numbers of visitors to “booth days” downtown. This fact alone will strike many readers as sufficient reason to let time-tested matters rest; after all, throngs for any event are a good thing no matter what, right, and if it ain’t broke, why fix it?

As with AWOL councilman Bob Caesar's rote insistence that one-way arterial streets slicing through a new-age revitalizing downtown are peachy keen, the reaction from some when it comes to criticizing Harvest Homecoming is visceral:

Why would these ungrateful businesses downtown complain when they have such a wonderful opportunity to market themselves to big crowds?

Because it’s not at all that simple.

For the type of businesses now calling downtown New Albany home, certain crowds are better than others. It isn’t as much about the crowd’s size as its composition.

Naturally, there are mercantile possibilities inherent in Harvest Homecoming's invading legions, and commerce is not only possible, but likely, and yet there are considerable differences between target clienteles. Our new downtown businesses tend to be specialized, offering goods and services tailored to particular modes of thought, and while Harvest Homecoming’s vibe tries to be egalitarian, the festival also is understandably narcissistic. It is about itself, drawing attention to itself, not its surroundings.

What makes a revitalizing downtown like ours increasingly vibrant isn’t necessarily what makes an exurban Wal-Mart packed, or a stadium filled with college football fans exuberant. It all depends on the composition of the crowd. An opera house may or may not be a good place to sell fried chicken, or a ballpark Gucci, although lately, in places other than white-bread Louisville Slugger Field, enlightened minds have started to see the virtue of offering sushi and craft beer to baseball fans.

The old axiom about “location, location, location” grows ever less relevant. It applies to some businesses, not necessarily to all. Niche businesses can survive and thrive by choosing specialized product lines, and catering to consumers who know the difference. They do not necessarily need high traffic volumes such as those we were raised from childhood to insist are essential.

Especially in an evolving downtown setting like New Albany’s, numerous niche businesses must be viewed as a collective entity, with their ideal location not being an interstate ramp’s indiscriminate spewing of speeding autos, but a distinct sense of place itself as a destination for those making a calculated decision of where they’ll spend both time and money.

In effect, Harvest Homecoming arrives once yearly to remake and remodel downtown to suit its own purposes, and with passing time, the overlay bears less and less resemblance to daily reality. In truth, this can hurt local businesses in the long term even if there is a short-term boost in trade.

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In New Albany, primarily because of the mechanism known as the riverfront development three-way permit for alcohol sales, revitalization has been led by restaurants and bars. A second wave of galleries and shops slowly follows. More downtown residential opportunities via existing lofts and upstairs spaces hopefully will come next.

Virtually all of these improvements are dedicated to a demographic proposition intended to be practiced 365 days of the year, so how do the crowds convening downtown during Harvest Homecoming booth days fit into the intended future demographic, especially given that an increasing number of the street vendors do not hail from this area?

In all probability they don’t fit, but at the very least, even if we are to concede the utility of the festival as currently operated, should businesses already in existence downtown, year-round, be forced to cower for four days behind the reeking facades of food purveyors from Keokuk? We tout downtown as a foodie paradise, then hide restaurant entrances behind elephant ear stands.

Conversely, if they so desire, shouldn’t those businesses already in existence downtown have the same chance as Harvest Homecoming’s paying vendors to profit from the hordes, if they choose to try reaching them? Moreover, shouldn’t they have the very first chance?

More tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

"What will it take for the Floyd County Council" ... whoa, just stop there. Divine intervention, maybe?

In the corridors of Floyd County elected government, satire and reality are so closely intertwined that's it's forever challenging to tell the difference between a unassuming whopper and sage legislative abdication. After all, it's the legacy of Heavrinism amongst the cowardly.

Heavrin "leaves big shoes to fill," and Morris rushes to shine them.

More of the same: Republicans gather to praise a departing "conservative Democrat" whose congenital obstinacy was to creativity what Bud Light is to pet shampoo.

More power to employees without a cost of living increase since Bill Clinton stalked White House closets, but of course they (and we) know that this county council's sole aim is to regulate the rate of starvation, not act in any pro-active way to defy the likes of Dave Matthews' tea party junta out in the walled compounds of Greater Greenville.

In fact, I can hear Ted's longtime right-hand lube man Larry McAllister now: "I love helping people, so long as they're not working for me. So can't you just shut up and get a part-time job at Wally World? Thank Allah they're both gone, but their successors ... sheesh.

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: Sept. 28-29, 2013

— Floyd County employees plead for raises

Once again, the employees of Floyd County must sit back and watch another year go by without a raise.

For the past 14 years, the employees of Floyd County have not gotten so much as a cost-of-living increase in wages or salaries, all while watching as offices are remodeled and jobs created. What will it take for the Floyd County Council to recognize the employees who have been passed over time and time again? What can we do to stand up and be counted?

This is the question that the employees and servants of Floyd County ask daily ...

Roger's column at LouisvilleBeer.com: "Can we really have it all?"

Maybe we can, maybe we cannot.

Can we really have it all?


Just the other day, I heard the news that executive chef Reed Johnson had parted ways with Against the Grain. Actually, I read the news at the Eater Louisville web site, and this merits a brief digression about changing times. It strikes me as noteworthy that a full week later, the transition at AtG still […]

Harvest Homecoming 2013, Part One: More evolution, less fear.

These thoughts were first published here on September 24, 2012. See also: A message to Harvest Homecoming food vendors ... and your PourGate update for Monday, September 30.

My personal position on Harvest Homecoming has remained fairly consistent, and so at the risk of offending the swill walk’s perennial night crawlers, let’s recap the argument.

First and foremost, no offense is intended toward Harvest Homecoming’s many volunteers. They're lifers. They believe. They work hard year-round, and their fundamental aim of maintaining a family-oriented annual celebration is admirable.

None of us want Harvest Homecoming to go entirely away. We merely want it to begin marching in step with the times, so as to better incorporate today's changing New Albany into their plan.

Harvest Homecoming has gone as far as it can go by retaining an operational model built for the 1980’s, when downtown was utterly deserted, and no one much cared either way. Back then, downtown wasn’t being used, but now it is, and the yearly clash of demographic priorities can only become more starkly evident as years pass.

Today’s Harvest Homecoming must be persuaded, cajoled, prodded and/or threatened into commencing a reinvention of itself and a subsequent evolution into the sort of annual civic event better representing where and what the city is now, and in conceptual terms, a civic event that both passively mirrors and actively enhances the ongoing revitalization of downtown New Albany. Currently, it does neither.

The festival no longer should be permitted to be the short-term tail wagging an entire city’s 7/24/365 dog by advocating restrictive terms of downtown engagement, and in pursuing a plan of operation that routinely scuffles downtown’s fragile seedlings, whether planted in the dirt, or located behind those previously unoccupied storefronts.

Yes, it is true that progress has been made on this score, but not quickly enough. For so long as those downtown businesses located on Harvest Homecoming’s core street grid – businesses investing in the city and operating in the city year-round – must continue to fight for the simple right to have access to their own front doors during the festival’s booth days, and furthermore, be compelled to pay Harvest Homecoming a rental fee for a clear pathway to their own place of business, then something’s still awry in Come Pay City.

This begs the first of many questions, as hinted at yesterday:

How can the Board of Public Works countenance this pay-to-stay-open scheme?

Which precedent allows a four-day-yearly festival unattached to the city to charge for frontage on the city’s own streets and sidewalks?

Aren’t these businesses already paying taxes for this access?

And so on. More thoughts tomorrow.