In the midst of all the new talk of microbrews and wheat, lime and even tangerine flavored beers that are popping up on the market…sometimes you have to devert back to an old original and enjoy the moment for the timelessness that it holds.
My husband’s grandfather known among the family as Pap, used to drink PBR when he was younger. When he would say he was drinking Pabst beer, my husband (being a child) would interpret it as Pap’s beer. It wasn’t until he was older that he realized that it wasn’t his Pap’s beer….it was actually Pabst beer.
Pabst Blue Ribbon…my husbands favorite beer. Especially in tallboy form.
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