Tonight, a few days after my 21st birthday, I had that first father and son beer. Mom stayed home. She understood.
We went to the old County Seat bar and grille in the town I was raised. I can remember eating there as a child with family after sporting events. It was a good place to have that first lager with the old man, share a burger, talk and chat with the bartender.
She didn’t card me. I asked her to. She laughed. Dad picked up the tab.