You wanna know what's really cool?

Expiration dates on stuff that doesn't easily go bad. I love them.

Saturday morning M showed up at the Secret Lair, and he was holding not his usual rilly cool gun for show and tell but a case of beer. There were two more up in the ridge in his truck.

You gotta love a guy who'd remember that the old hermit squatting on his land isn't abstemious. And you gotta love a store that routinely marks out-of-date beer very far down. Even though it drinks just fine.

Thanks, M! Thanks, unknown store!