Long before kids I remember my wife and I visiting a friend in Franconia, NH on Thanksgiving. We ran out of beer. After digging out the car, warming it up we risked death for a couple of cases. We high fived each other when we got back as if we escaped enemy fire on a rescue mission.
Still it took almost 40 years before the light turned on in my head that in the south you don't need to go through all that for some brew.
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