Introduction: Why Beer, Why Me?They who drink beer will think beer.
-- Washington Irving
I was eleven years old, sitting on the front porch steps next to my father on a summer's day, when I took my first sip of beer, Pa holding the can for me so I wouldn't get carried away. Maybe he knew something. It was a Falstaff and it was warm. We lived in a hot, sweltering place in Louisiana's Cajun Delta way below New Orleans. A cold thing cracked open didn't stay cold long down there.
I didn't care. I took a big swig anyway.
Pa drank Falstaff because, cold, it wasn't all that bad, and because it was cheap, and...