Some worts swallow light like a black hole. Others gather glasses and brewing implements in a clatter of near-wort orbit. It's hazardous for the brewer. Some get sucked right in. They have to wear special anti-gravity boots. And even then, well, even then it might be safer to stand on the deck of an Alaskan crab boat in a storm.
While you're at Indiana Beer to read Matt's fine piece, take a look around. Note that the ranks of Southern Indiana brewers is increasing, and don't miss Bob's roundup of the recent distilling conference in nearby Starlight:
The Columbus Bar (Power House Brewing).