Over the holidays, I helped my mom move from Michigan to San Francisco and in doing so, brought back nine cases of the Midwest's finest beer. Not all of it was mine, mind you. Most of the beer was for friends and members of the Bay Area Brew Crew. It was a grueling drive from Michigan to San Francisco that included two calls to AAA, a mile-long hike down the highway carrying a new car battery and tools, a car heater that broke the first day into the five-day winter drive, a passenger-side door that wouldn't open, and a driver-side door that wouldn't lock. The important thing is that all the beer arrived safely and in good condition. Here's the bill of lading:
Good haul, eh?