Further proof that Uncle Crappy is a moron:

So The Wife and I are kicking around the notion of a short trip to Gettysburg next week — battlefields, beer and ghost tours. She calls me while I’m on the way to work and says she’s found a reasonably priced hotel in town. This same hotel also happens to be the Gettysburg home of Appalachian Brewing. I start arguing about how staying in a cabin at one of the local campgrounds would be cheaper. There is silence on her end of the line. And then there was this:

“There’s a brewery. On the premises.”

OK. Guess where we’re staying?