I've gotta start carrying a bottle opener -- or start staying at a better class hostelry. Two bottles of Bass (warm), a long day, a comfy chair, and nothing but my teeth to open the damn bottles. Finally got it open with my lock picking skills, using a luggage key for a suitcase lost years ago. Have no idea why it was on the key ring. Maybe it's a PGP key. Nebraska, even on a bad day, has more interesting things to take pictures of, but I was too pooped to push the shutter button. (I took this last night -- must have been after midnight when I got "home". (Return to real home tomorrow morning.)