Travels with Barley
A Journey Through Beer Culture in America
Introduction: Why Beer, Why Me?
They who drink beer will think beer. -- Washington Irving
I was eleven years old, sitting on the front porch steps next to my father on a summer's day, when I took my first sip of beer, Pa holding the can for me so I wouldn't get carried away. Maybe he knew something. It was a Falstaff and it was warm. We lived in a hot, sweltering place in Louisiana's Cajun Delta way below New Orleans. A cold thing cracked open didn't stay cold long down there.
I didn't care. I took a big swig anyway.
Pa drank Falstaff because, cold, it wasn't all that bad, and because it was cheap, and mostly because Falstaff sponsored the Major League Baseball Game of the Week every Saturday afternoon on television. I was one ... read full excerpt from Travels with Barley: A Journey Through Beer Culture in America ebook