I brew. I’m pretty good at it.

This would be about the time my daughter had the party.

I had just capped the last bottle, slipped it in the case and picked up both used double-thick 24 bottle Budweiser Beer Waxed Cardboard shells when Becky said, “Where are you going to put it?”

“With the rest.” That got a pout.

I carried the two full shells to her bedroom and stacked them against the wall with the other one hundred and twenty cases.

Sixty one five gallon batches... 122 cases. In her bedroom. That wall isn’t insulated and the beer was cold.

Ah ... an explanation. I saw that look.

I was going to University ... the third ... or fourth ... hold on ... Ferris College, no ... Berkeley, yeah California.