There has been a 1979 Jeep CJ-7 in my family for nearly 40 years now. My Great-Uncle bought it new from the dealer, and it passed to my father, then my mother, and now to me. The Jeep has many fond memories associated with it. I can still remember the first time I road in it, with my uncle taking dad and me to the cabin. I remember when both my mom and dad were separately teaching me to drive and made me promise not to tell the other.
I’ve brewed beer about a half a dozen times over the last few years. It’s not a hobby that I’m not particularly active in, but I do enjoy it once in a while. I’ve made ciders and ales a few times, even going as far as to make a Trippel once. The only thing I’ve bombed was a batch of mead which, for some reason, refused to ferment.