Drollinger and the other old fellows always had told us younger guys about the lost cave in the Roughs. They doubted if even they could find it anymore. But back in the heydey of the roaring 20’s, their Dads had always used it as a place to get together for shelter from inclement weather when they while outdoors. Or shelter from spouses in more extreme cases. One of their bunch had decided that the Lost Cave would make a good place to let his home brew age.
But then Prohibition hit. It was never like WeenerMan Township had ever been a center for the intake of adult beverages. But it was just the principal of the matter.
Plus there was the matter of the home brew aging in the Lost Cave to be considered. And talk of Revenooer types skulking about.
But the finely-aged brew would be wasted if ust poured out. So a pact was entered into by a small, select gathering of the Citizens of the Township. They would get together once per month at the Lost Cave, and each would have one mug of the finely aged brew.
The thinking was, that by the time all the contraband had been consumed, and the evidence had disappeared, someone would have come to their senses and prohibition would be over by then.
One unexpected catch was that some spouses did indeed catch onto the WeenerMan Township pact, and they too started accompanying their beloveds to the Lost Cave. The only way to insure their discretion was to let them in on the Weenerman Township Pact and have a slugg of the fine brew of their own.
and so word about the Lost cave never got out. Although stocks of the fine brew apparently began to depreciate more rapidly than first estimated.