In my refrigerator right now, my roommate and I have fourteen beers. Usually, we have many less than that, three or four or even zero. Fourteen is the high water mark and ladies and gentlemen, it feels great. Have you ever had zero beers in your fridge? Perhaps you’re the luckiest among us, someone who does not deign to live without a sixer chilling in the chiller. You own some sort of direct pipeline from your nearest brewery and you are never without suds. I am not one of you and the nights I’ve closed the fridge door at 7pm with a frown on my face and an empty hand formed into the perfect aluminum can holding claw have been far too many. For what is a night without an ale but a sad metaphor for our times… I dream of an era where every man, woman and of-age child will be able to crack a “Cold One” whenever they please whether it be after work, before dinner, after dinner, before the news, after the news or before bedding down for the night! In these strange and uncertain days, mu...