Suds With Securb: Move along, there’s nothing shocking here
Sometimes a bit of writers block can be broken up by the simplest things. I had 3 or 4 different columns started that I...
Suds With Securb: Heavy Metal Beers: Part II
In a few previous Suds with Securb columns, I've touched upon the subject of beers in cans. First, in W.W.J.P.D. (What Would Judas Priest...
Suds With Securb: High-end fare, Low-end beer
I know there are some readers out there who will want to email me after this column to tell me what an evil person...
Suds With Securb: The Big Black Myth Part II
Traditionally, with February, comes my Valentines column. This column typically features my wife and her journey into the world of better beers. This year...
Suds With Securb: Superbowl XL Beers
Superbowl time is here again. Superbowl XL. That is a joke of a name. Superbowl Extra Large? Get ready for bigger mistakes by the...
Suds With Securb: Fear And Loating In LoDo, Part II
When I opened my eyes that Saturday morning in Denver, I could heard the Nine Inch Nails song “Hurt” resonate in my head. Not...
Suds With Securb: Fear and Loathing in LoDo
We were somewhere around Denver, on the edge of The Rockies, when the beers began to take hold. I remember saying something like my...
Suds With Securb: Hey Tagliabue, I give up!
The NFL is a paradox. Their commercials depict iron men grimacing with the sole intent of letting us know how tough and mean the...
Suds With Securb: Charlie, Welcome to the Chocolate Factory
“You say you want a revolution. Well, you know. We all want to change the world. You tell me that it's evolution. Well, you...
Suds With Securb: Lawnmower Beers 101
I headed out his morning to pickup a twelve pack of beer and a couple of bags of grass. Even up here in cold...






