The door was answered by an older couple who graciously invited me into a living room adorned with steins. I was greeted on my immediate left by their oldest, dating all the way back to 1594. It reminded me of Indiana Jones' Last Crusade. I knew you would come, it spoke to me. You must choose.
That's the cup of a carpenter, I nodded.
There were two bedrooms dedicated to their assortment along with a few kitchen shelves. They kept their most prized vessels inside their home while the body of their collection was housed in a building out back, a structure at least half as big as their home.
I was fascinated by a yellowing refrigerator with a single Yuengling tap protruding from the door. Out of all the American beers he had sampled, he told me Yuengling tasted the most German-authentic. I was somewhat pleased with myself as I recalled my college days. Yuengling was our house beer. I also wondered if George had tasted many local brews. I found myself wanting to bring him a sampling of Virginia's finest, challenging him to find one that reminded him even more of home. He invited me to return in the summer with friends and our steins, saying we'd crack open a keg of Yuengling and all chat in the garden. I have yet to take him up on this, but I really should.
P.S. Did I mention I wanted to be Indiana Jones when I grew up?