It was a dark and stormy night. April 1970. Apollo 13 blasted off into history... ”Houston-we have a problem... a short, stocky, bald smart ass was just born in Illinois… I’m pretty sure its gonna be interesting”. From there it's school, work, school again, work, a little stand up comedy, work some more. Las Vegas, Long Beach, Chicago, Wilmington NC, and boom, Brooklyn in 2006. First a craft beer awakening in Red Hook Brooklyn, a home brew in a railroad apartment, then a hobby turns to an obsession. A deal was struck. We'll leave the bright and shiny coast of NC for Western NY as long as the dream stays alive. Picked up a couple of suckers, I mean "business partners" along the way. Seven freakin years it took. Five names, three buildings, one lawsuit, a barn, some Russian truck divers, home of the beer can, and a partridge in a pear tree. Triphammer Bierwerks, craft brewery, obsession, legacy, and beer.
