A guy from out of state walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a beer please.”

The bartender looks at the guy’s ID and says, “Sorry pal, I can’t serve you.”

The guys says, “But it’s my real driver’s license and it says right here I’m over 21. So what the heck?”

Bartender replies: “Sorry man, it’s an out-of-state license and it’s illegal for me to accept it.”

I know, not a very funny joke.

That’s probably because it’s not a joke at all but a true, albeit paraphrased, account of what happened at two different Beverly, Mass. bars when my friend from Connecticut tried to have a Guinness with me.

I thought it was total crap. Illegal to accept out-of-state licenses? How would the bars of Boston, surrounded by about 50 colleges, ever survive? There’s no way.

Then I found out that there was a recent successful sting operation at bars and liquor stores across Beverly. The Garden City is home to three college campuses and apparently has a healthy circulation of fake, out-of-state IDs. I was starting to understand the bartenders’ precaution.

But I still wondered: is it really illegal in Massachusetts for a bar to accept an out-of-state ID? What about interstate reciprocity? What about having to turn away all that business at bars and liquor stores? There’s no way that it could possibly be true.

Well, it turns out that those overcautious bartenders were indeed wrong. It is not illegal to serve alcohol to someone over 21 who can only prove his age with an out-of-state driver’s license. But it’s not explicitly legal either.

First of all, in Massachusetts it’s legal to serve alcohol to anyone older that 21 and illegal to serve to anyone under 21. That’s the simple part. The hard part for sellers of alcohol is determining the true age of patrons who do not obviously appear older or younger than 21.

If fake IDs didn’t exist, age determination would be as easy as consulting the person’s ID. The age on the card would be the age they were. Cheers.

But since fake IDs do exist, bartenders must be skeptical. Here’s why: in Massachusetts, even if a bartender checked a person’s ID before serving them, if the person is found to be under 21, the bartender could still earn his establishment a liquor license suspension, as well as possible fines and jail time. But notice the emphasis on could ….

The law in Massachusetts, specifically M.G.L. c. 138, §34B, offers six forms of age proof that bartenders can “reasonably rely on” so that they won’t “suffer any suspension” of their licenses or “suffer any criminal liability” if it turns out later that they were tricked into serving a minor.

The reliable six are these:

  1. Massachusetts driver’s license
  2. Massachusetts Liquor Identification Card
  3. Massachusetts Identification Card
  4. Valid passport
  5. U.S.-issued passport card
  6. Military identification card

The makeup of the reliable six is based on two main assumptions. The first is that if any of the first three forms were faked and used to buy alcohol, either ubiquitous state-issued ID scanners or experienced bartenders, both familiar with Massachusetts IDs, would be able to detect the phoniness. The second is that the last three forms are prohibitively hard to fake.

So with that in mind, the law roughly says, “Look Mr. Bartender, we expect you to be able to be proficient at detecting at least six different kinds of fake IDs. We realize, however, that it would be unfair to ask you also to be expert on the exact makeup of the 49 other state’s various forms of ID. So just check IDs on the list of six. Don’t check any others because it’s too easy for you to get fooled. And if you do get duped by one of those reliable six, we won’t blame you for it because it must have been one heck of a fake.”

Okay, one more important legal nuance: another section of the law, M.G.L. c. 138, §34 does call it “illegal” if a bartender doesn’t check the ID of anyone “who he knows or has reason to believe is under 21.” So if a bartender thinks you look under-21, he is required by law to card you.

And that’s that. It’s an “it’s only illegal if you get caught” situation, where just three things are explicitly against the law:

  1. Serving someone you know is under 21
  2. Serving someone you reasonably suspect is under 21
  3. Serving someone under 21 whose non-reliable-six ID convinced you that they were over 21

Bartenders can technically accept out-of-state IDs. For that matter, they can accept any kind of ID they want. They don’t even have to card anyone that looks obviously older than 21.

Whatever their policy, they had better hope that if police come in and start asking to see patrons’ IDs that there aren’t any minors around, and if there were, that when those minors were carded, they had produced one of the reliable six.

No matter how they do it, as long as bartenders are preventing people under 21 from buying alcohol, the law abides.


Thanks to Chandra Allard, Deputy Communications Director with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts Alcoholic Beverages Control Commission, for helping me get my facts straight.



The USA Today has the largest daily print circulation of any newspaper in the United States. At the paper’s Boston market printing press, about 120,000 papers get printed, folded, labeled, bundled, packed and shipped every night. The twin press lines run at a rate of 40,000 papers per hour. All told, a night’s worth of printing uses about 50,000 pounds of paper in the course of three hours.

Ever wonder how a newspaper gets printed? Watch and learn.


In a day’s work, a brewer performs many tasks: weighing, pouring, recording, stirring, raking, lifting, fork-lifting, squatting, climbing, washing, mopping ….

But by far, the best task of all is tasting. Really. Drinking beer while on the clock is not only a perk of the job, but a necessary and important duty.

Ultimately, all beers are judged by their taste. That’s why brewers consult gauges, test strips and other objective tools to ensure their end product has the right chemical characteristics that will make it taste a certain way. But twenty-first century technology cannot alone earn brewers’ trust. It still comes down to the good ol’ fashioned human olfactory system to make what amount to crucial business decisions. Is this IPA too hoppy? Is there enough nutmeg in the pumpkin ale? Is this batch of the flagship lager consistent with all the previous ones? It’s the tongue that speaks the truth.

And it’s a myth that swallowing is prohibited when tasting beer. Brewers sip their product for the full effect. And from the primo, extra-fermented test batches, they get the flushed cheeks to prove it.

After all, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do when you’re a taste maker.


Thanks to Dylan L’Abbe-Lindquist, Brian Fines and the great people at Cape Ann Brewing Company. Find them at: http://www.capeannbrewing.com.



Amit Ram reluctantly agreed to become a brewer. His friend had to talk him into it. Amit thought the idea of spending lots of time, energy and money to buy a home brewing kit was ill-advised: it was much cheaper and easier to just go buy a six-pack, he thought.

But he relented. And one batch, one competition, and one first-place prize later, Amit found himself on a plane leaving Tel-Aviv, headed to the United States where he’d find work as an apprentice at a brewery, eventually becoming a full-fledged brewer.

It’s the camaraderie that touched him, he said. To him, the brewing community is unique and is what makes him rise at dawn each morning, don his knee-high rubber boots and get wrist-deep in slimy spent yeast that looks like … well, see for yourself what it looks like.

For Amit, becoming a brewer required an impressive geographical and physical commitment. But he seems to sincerely love what he does for a living, so continues to do what it takes to be a taste maker.


Thanks to Amit Ram and the great people at Cape Ann Brewing Company. Find them at: http://www.capeannbrewing.com.



Beer is great. It’s thirst quenching, bubbly, warming, features complex tastes, and is just generally enjoyable to drink. Oh, and it also makes your brain release endorphins, which mute pain and turn up pleasure.

Of course, too much of it can kill you. But in moderation, it’s pretty awesome. In fact, behind soda and bottled water, it’s Americans’ third-favorite drink. We’re talking over 5.5 billion gallons of beer made by Americans, sold to Americans in 2011.

Beer’s popular and in high demand, so a growing number of amateur brewers are borrowing some start-up capital and opening their own breweries. They don’t have the automated network of tanks and hoses that the Anheuser-Busch’s of the world have and their product is less consistent because of it. And yet, craft brewers, as they call themselves, do brisk business. The proof is in the growth: as of the beginning of the year, craft brewers enjoyed two consecutive years of 15% increases in sales. This market encouraged the opening of 250 new breweries in 2011 alone.

It’s rewarding work being a taste maker.


Thanks to Brian Fines and the great people at Cape Ann Brewing Company. Find them at: http://www.capeannbrewing.com.



Like many other professionals, haunted house actors (who call themselves haunters) are constantly negotiating the balance between customer expectations and their own standards for their work. Haunters continuously make snap readings of haunted house guests’ body language, determining how much of a scare they are really willing to handle.

And the correct word is “willing,” not “able.” Often, haunters encounter skeptical guests who don’t want to play along. Other times, guests have allowed their fear to overcome their rational minds, turning their excitement into hysteria.

Just like in most other customer service jobs, the haunters’ catering to their guests’ expectations is exhausting and often frustrating. So while most haunters will tell you the job is intrinsically rewarding, they’ll also admit to taking pleasure in giving someone a healthy fright every now and then. After all, they are experts in scare tactics.

Thanks to the candid haunters and the great people at Count Orlok’s Nightmare Gallery Monster Museum in Salem. Find them at: nightmaregallery.com



Halloween in Salem, Mass. is New England’s Mardi Gras. People dress up, party in the streets, and partake in crazy ritual behavior. While there’s no beads-for-peeps exchange in Salem, there is a seasonally unique quid pro quo: actors get paid to scare the bejeezus out of people, while their victims derive great pleasure out of the experience.

Normally it’s one-sided fun. But during the month of October, dozens of haunted house attractions around the region dust off their animatronic manikins, call in their best Freddy Kruger impersonators and rake in the dough. Enthusiastic guests stack up deep in lines, waiting to venture inside the labyrinthine house interiors and run screaming away from actors pretending to eat their brains.

The actors, however, call themselves “haunters.” They work in the “haunt industry.” To them scaring people is an artform. It takes dedication, skill, and ceaseless energy to induce the perfect adrenaline rush and ebullient nervous laughter from their guests. Above all else, it takes scare tactics.



When Aren Salmela gets behind the wheel of his steel-caged golf cart at his after school job at a local driving range, he is under siege: golf balls driven off the turf matts are often aimed at his rumbling cart. Like many other custodial jobs, Aren’s duties consist of picking up discarded items and cleaning up after customers. Yet, what other custodians are subject to patrons’ attempted physical assaults?

Aren say’s he’s never even come close to being injured on his job and that he doesn’t sweat it when he takes a liner to the cage. But should his acceptance of driving range culture be taken for granted? Maybe aiming for the man pushing the picker is harmless target practice. Or maybe it’s unnecessary harassment of a guy just trying to do his job.

Either way, Aren’s cage is getting rattled.

Thanks to Aren, Matt, and the folks at Sun’N Air Golf Center in Danvers, Mass. Find them at: sunairgolf.com


I was listening to a back episode of WNYC/NPR’s Radiolab the other day and, as I often do when listening to the show, I learned something new. This time, it was the difference between a penitentiary and a prison.

It turns out, the difference between them is like the difference between squares and rectangles ­— all penitentiaries are prisons, but not all prisons are penitentiaries.

Prisons are big, barbed wire-encrusted depositories for criminals, and so are penitentiaries. But what the pens have that your average county jailhouse doesn’t is a system for the rehabilitation of its inmates.

To us, it seems like an obvious idea that wardens would encourage their inmates to evaluate their life choices, but as it turns out, it’s a relatively new practice in the Anglo-American history of bad guy punishment.

Back in the 1700s in England, there were no prisons as we would think of them today. The attitude towards criminal punishment was this: law breakers have proven themselves incapable of abiding by society’s rules, so we therefore need to remove them from society. This was most often accomplished by simply executing the offenders. However, if a criminal hadn’t committed one of the many crimes punishable by death, then they could look forward to another means of removal from society: banishment.

Petty criminals like thieves and debtors were simply shipped to one of the British Empire’s numerous colonies where the law-abiding population wouldn’t have to deal with them.

This penal system is how Australian Aborigines came to have non-marsupial neighbors. But before the Brits were sailing their crooks half way around the world, they were bringing them a much shorter distance, directly across the Atlantic to a scrappy bunch of colonies on the eastern shores of the world’s newest continent. Only three decades after John Smith and his pilgrim pals stepped onto Plymouth Rock, the English were shipping their blights on society to the new American colonies in bunches of 100 at a time.

However, not everyone in England thought the unsympathetic killing or banishing of lawbreakers was such a Christian thing to do. That’s why religiously-minded reformers advocated for change. They thought there was a better way than to continue holding prisoners in dingy, dank, dungeon-like holding cells prior to their criminal sentencing. And the reformers also envisioned a socially productive alternative to execution or banishment. They argued for redesigned jailhouses where both the buildings’ architecture and operation would encourage inmates to reflect on their wayward lives.

So around 1776 when England found its American colonies unwilling to accept any more shipments of prisoners, or tea for that matter, necessity forced the Royal Empire to entertain some of these new ideas on prisoner treatment.

In 1779, the British Parliament passed the Penitentiary Act. The goal was to create a national network of state-owned prisons right there in England. And they wouldn’t just be big jails; they would be penitentiaries: buildings designed to encourage their inmates to become penitent for the crimes they had committed.

They were to be spiritual rehabilitation centers, where inmates would be kept in solitary confinement for long periods of the day—perfect for soul-searching—and would also provide inmates with healthy doses of arduous physical labor—great for exhausting the will to sin right out of them!

Yet, the reformers’ successes were short-lived. Following the passing of the Penitentiary Act, only two penitentiaries were built. And when the Revolutionary War ended, England went right back to its practice of execution and prisoner “transportation” to its various colonies, including Australia.

Yet, the idea of jails being centers for religious rehab endured, and eventually the penitentiary craze hit the young American nation. The Quakers picked up the torch and helped lobby the Pennsylvania state legislature to build the Eastern State Penitentiary, the nation’s first foray into criminal rehabilitation. The ESP would combine extreme isolation with hard labor in hopes of inducing religious epiphany.

Instead, the prolonged lack of human contact combined with the copious amounts of blister-inducing drudgery ended up just making most of the inmates go insane.

But over time, the penitentiary model was tweaked, caught on, and has now become the backbone of the modern penal system.

An ironic endnote: The former favorite dumping ground for British criminals, the American colonies, are now home to the world’s largest incarcerated population, both per-capita and in gross total.


window to the world

Looking out into the professional media wilderness.

I’m a 22-year-old freelance video journalist. I graduated from Roger Williams University in May with a B.A. in communications.

In my young venture into the professional media wilderness, I’ve learned that “freelance” is often a euphemism for “currently unemployed.” In my case, it’s more like “underemployed.”

I work at a regional daily newspaper three nights a week doing page layout. I’m thankful for the opportunity to be getting both experience and paychecks while working at a daily paper so soon out of college. But while I really do enjoy adjusting kerning and rewriting headlines that have a surplus of syllables, I still have an unsatisfied hunger to tell my own stories.

And I’m determined to tell them. Recently, I did a short video narrative on the driver of the golf ball picker at a driving range. I talked to him about his feelings on golfers targeting their drives at his rumbling cart. I aim to do more videos on people with interesting jobs.

I’ll be posting my projects, musings, and sources of inspiration on this blog, which is the publishing arm of my online repository, benwhitmoremedia.com. If you like what you see here, please let me know. After all, the reason I fell in love with journalism is because it gives me license to talk and connect with strangers. Some parental advice I enjoy ignoring.