First Father and Son beer

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.


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