Gramps — I wish I had a photo, but my most memorable beer story was the Saturday before Father’s Day in 1999. My dad just got home from work, and the only thing he wanted for Father’s Day was a case of Natural Light so he could relax with the neighbors on the corner. Around midnight you could hear my dad and the neighbors singing doo-wop. That was the highlight, and the whole block enjoyed it. That Father’s Day, we lost my dad. I am glad I still have that memory. Love you, dad, and miss you a bunch.
