So the conversation goes a little something like this. My roomate tells a friend about me and in miscommunication I am later asked how my kids are.
Kids? No no, I have no kids.
My roommate interjects, not kids, kEgs. I told you she has two kegs. You know, Kelly no kids.... Kelly 2 Kegs!
Friend reply's, is she Ute?
We have a laugh and I fondly remember the days of being referred to on the Navajo reservation as "travels with growlers". Because every knows you have to be ready with a growler in the car in case you come across a beer at a brewery that you must take home. And the second best way to share beer, after of course having people over for a pull on the taps, is to take growlers of homebrew to gatherings.
I've sat with the nick name Kelly 2 Kegs or just Two Kegs for about a week now and I thinks it's sticking. So a "brewery" is named, and it shall be called...

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