Beer.

In this glass of beer, you look down into that golden, rich bubbling ice cool depth, you see the echos of lost battles, you hear the echos of ancient victories, a million ball games, ten million football games, and thousands and thousands of family moments, fights, victories, love-makings, the back seat of the Pontiac, the long trip on the way to the zoo in Dowagiac, the beer can in the weeds ... when you look at that glass of beer, you’re looking at life itself, the Mother of us all ... Beer.



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