As with any great tale worth telling, there is more to the story than initially meets the eye. You see there was another man whose life you might call simple, and yes simple as might be implied. Not to say this man wasn’t an intelligent man, or adventurous, or enthusiastic because he was all these things and more.

His name was Luke and he was from the north country, a rugged land, lacking the most modest of accommodations such as indoor plumbing or running water.  A land that toughens a man and gives him an appreciation of the simple things in life, like sitting in an outhouse, watching the squirrels dance across the tree limbs.

Dave and Luke shared many interests and ideals but sadly they did not realize this as they were from entirely different walks of life. Luke, an old world blacksmith, Dave on the brink of technological success, how they crossed paths is a story of great splendor yet not entirely unbelievable given both of their affections for adventure.

Luke came from a land, a land that was frozen for many moons, where harvests were short and much revered and taverns were few.  Any brew that he  encountered was from one of the local farmers who was blessed by the gods and was given the secrets of creating this sweet nectar of life. However, unlike most youngsters, Luke was not interested in this brew. Sure he may have capped or filled a few bottles, but be assured, he did not have the slightest inclination to drink the brew. He was too involved in beating plow shares in his blacksmith shop or building various contraptions. Living in the city and brewing his own beer was the last thing on his mind…

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