The place is dead at noon but pack with wall to wall college kids at night.  The popularity of this spot is a combination of the fact they brew their own beer and it's the one bar in town where you have to be 21 to get in.  Every other bar apparently allows 18 year olds to drink so not having so many freshman around is a pleasure.

I showed up around 2.oo pm.  The lunch crowd was in but it's a little early for the hard core drunks.  I ordered a sandwhich and a pint of Appalachian Ale.  The beer was fantastic, refreshing with a horribly bitter bite.  I'm going to have to talk to Logan about trucking it in.

Ever since I talked to Sergeant Rosenbaum I've been on this roller coaster of hopeful disappointment and I really hadn't the time to comtemplate what it is I've learned.

The Pennsylvania Police Department unofficially believes I meet the profile of a five year old  missing persons report.

The former girlfriend of said missing person says I look nothing like him.

The bartender where this guy hung out thinks I'm his brother.  And he gave me a picture that shows me, well...me or at least a twin.

And now I'm in a shitty little college town in West by God Virginia looking for his/my sister.

I never even called in sick at work.

I asked around the Brew Pub and they said the sister comes in after work.

So I have nothing to do but try some more of that delicious beer.  I ordered a tall Blackwater Stout and looked out over the muddy river...