It all started with a cheese and crackers binge at Kure Beach, August 4, 2017. I arrive, kitty Cleo in tow, around 8 p.m., tired, hungry and excited to see my people. I walk through the door to our beautiful little cottage with sunrise photos of the Kure Beach Pier lining the knotty pine walls and my big, warm, loving family, arms wide open. Oh. And a bar top full of gorgeous, chunky, colorful …