When I got to be 12 or so, I would occasionally sneak a sip of those open cans of beer. I thought I was pretty slick, and it was just a sip.
One evening, I had dish duty after supper. My mom had made something fried and, as usual, she had drained the grease from the skillet into a can. I just didn't know which can...
While doing the dishes, I took a break and decided to take a quick sip of the open beer can that was in the fridge. I tilted the can back to take a healthy slug, and had to fight the urge to gag as I realized that my mom had drained the grease from the skillet into a beer can, and placed it into the refrigerator to cool. Yuck!
I didn't tell Mom or Dad about that, so I'm sure they'll laugh when they read this. God is always watching, even when your parents are not.
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Funny right there.
My dad used to keep a case of Duke Ale in the basement and just bring up 3 or 4 bottles at a time to put in the fridge. I occasionally would drink one then exchange the empty in the case. That may give you a hint on how old I am. There was a deposit on the bottles back then.
P.S. Glad to see you post again , John. Almost removed you from my a feed reader a day or two ago.
Wonderful to 'hear' from you again. I'm enjoying reading about your childhood.
Thanks! I just got back from Afghanistan, so my blog sat dormant for the last seven months.
Welcome home (again) and thank you!
Welcome home. I thought you were done w/ deployments once you moved back stateside. Happy for your safe return.
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