With Mom; 11 July
I ordered a beer over lunch and offered her a sip. She hesitated, sipped and hated it, then said, "When I was 18, I was drinking heavily. 19, drinking heavily. 20, 21 -- drinking heavily. Then I met your dad... and we were drinking heavily. A lot of Pabst Blue Ribbon." It was said that giving my mother a can of PBR might be like handing a war hero the rifle he used for his first kill.
