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Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: The Santa Claus Caper

I was sitting at a table in the bar at the Macaroni Castle restaurant in Cherry Creek drinking their signature Dago Red. It stains your...

Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: The Case of Boone’s Farm

I was driving north up US 34 toward Wray,  CO, sipping from a Big Gulp of Sprite that was half Sprite and half Canadian...

Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: The Case of the Missing Case

I stood at the window of my apartment in Capitol Hill and gazed at the beautiful snow-capped Rocky Mountains lit by the bright...

Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: The Case of the Missing Case

My pal Jimmy sat on his back stoop gently massaging the purple egg growing on the left side of his forehead. “The Easter Bunny leave...

Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: The Case of the Missing Worm

I had a slight case of the shakes the morning Juan Corona asked me to meet him at his cantina, El Puerco Ciego. I’d been...