Roll out the barrels

Do you have a storage unit? We do and yeah, it's got all kinds of stuff we don't need. In fact, it's impossible to get to the old bankers boxes (with seven years of phone bills in them) or to my old high-school year book (you should see my hair), until harvest. Yup, we dug out 21 barrels out from around dad's golf clubs and grandma's old couch. Don't ask me how we even got them in there but here they are loaded into my truck and onto a borrowed trailer (thanks, Chuck!).

After lugging around and moving all these heavy and awkward casks I didn't feel too guilty about the dusty stair-climber machine we uncovered in the back of the tin room.