After 4 days in a row in a cubicle, I planned on a peaceful, relaxing day today with no set plans. But just now I got a message that changes everything. The PBR Liberation Army has requested my help at Bardog at noon. When called to serve, one must not argue or question it. One must go and serve to the best of one’s ability. There is cold beer trapped in that keg at Bardog, and if I don’t set it free, who will?