1963 Valentine’s Day in a quiet hops field a child is born. It was not an unusual event…but this child had a full beard. Raised by wolves in the outermost reaches of Richardson, Texas James grew to worship the taste of beer. It wasn’t long before he left the den and headed north for the perfect brewery. For years he roamed from town to town solving crimes and breaking hearts only to hear the somber sound of the road calling to him and for his quest to continue. Finally, in 1999 he became the Head Brewer at Ipswich Ale Brewery and the rest is history.

 

When Jim is not drinking beer he enjoys spending time with family, restoring an old house, and singing sea shanties with The Portermen.

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