We're having a nice, relaxing four day weekend. Aside from the minor annoyance of the HOA forcing a nationalistic display in my yard, it's been heavenly. So last night, I decided it was a good time to drink the raspberry lambic beer I had stashed in the fridge. I snag my trusty bottle opener, pop the top – and stare in dismay at the cork blocking my enjoyment of raspberry goodness. A cork?!? We don't own a corkscrew. We don't drink wine. The closest thing to wine I ever drink are wine coolers, and they definitely don't have a cork.…