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Beer Me

Posted: May 3rd, 2010 | Author: | Tags: , , , , | No Comments »


It used to be, my brother and I would get home from school before either of my parents got home. And then, at about 5 o’clock, dad would come home, change his clothes, and crack open a beer. I didn’t think anything of it, same way I didn’t think anything of lounging on the couch (Jason always got the La-Z-Boy) and watching two episodes of Saved By The Bell every afternoon when I got off the bus.

Being in Rochester, we were close enough to the border that Canadian beers weren’t imports. They were practically considered local. So dad, when he wasn’t drinking Genny Cream Ale (I remember one of the first ads I could read at Amerks games: Boy Could I Go For A Genny Now!) would drink Molson Canadian or Labatt Blue. Just one, before dinner while he watched the financial shows, to relax after a long day at work. That’s what he did — and maybe still does — every day.

Anyways, I didn’t think much about it until today, because there wasn’t much to think about. We’ve all got our little daily routines. But today, it’s almost 5 o’clock, I’m sitting down after a long day, and I opened the fridge. Sitting right there in front of me, looking pretty as a peach: a dozen longneck bottles of Molson Canadian. So I’m gonna go have one, kick my feet up, and relax after a long day.

Cheers, dad.

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