My beer story is about my first beer ever. I was at my brother Richie’s house in NJ visiting with his family with my mother. Richie was nine years older than I and was my hero.
He got up from the kitchen table and asked me to take a walk with him. Unsure of where we were going, I followed him out the door of his house and we headed south down the street.
We ended up at the bar next to his job where he would go to cash his paycheck and occasionally have a drink. He strode up to the bar with me in tow. We sat down and he ordered two beers. I didn’t understand at first but Richie was buying my first official beer. Nothing has ever tasted as good or meant quite a memory to me.
