My family is back after being away on a short vacation. No one felt like cooking (and we honestly need to make a grocery run) so for supper, I ordered us a pepperoni pizza from our local Casey’s General Store.

A cold beer to go with the pizza sounded good too so I stepped in the walk-in cooler to see what they had. Before I could look around to find a favorite my eyes fixed on some packaging that took me back to my grandparent’s basement.

In their basement on the east wall next to a deep freezer was a refrigerator. There were only a few things I ever remember being in it. Grape, Orange, and Strawberry Crush, Pepsi, 7-Up, and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.

That familiar red, white, and blue packaging was the first thing I saw in the beer cooler and sent me on a brief walk down memory lane. I knew it would be the perfect beer to go with my pizza. It was. It looked and tasted just like I remembered.

PBR was the first beer I ever tasted. My grandpa would let my cousins and I each have a sip out of his can. I realize that this isn’t “politically correct” in today’s society… but I don’t think it was out of the norm back then. It was a grandpa bonding with his boys.

Sadly, I never did get to actually enjoy a beer with my grandpa when I I legally could… but I did enjoy a few PBR’s with memories of him tonight.