The recent news that Bell's
is going to stop distributing its fine, fine microbrews to the Chicago
area is breaking my heart more than a little bit. I came to love
Bell's when I was in law school to the point that, while engaged in one
of our frequent tug-of-wars re finances, my father encouraged me to
invite friends over to my house to drink more often so that I could
"still afford those fancy beers" he knew I liked. Those fancy
beers, mon papa, were Bell's, and they were and still are
delicious. Guess I'd best be making a run to my local markets to
stockpile six packs for the winter....
...Which brings to mind another story: in the mid 80's, it was
announced that Coca-Cola would be replacing its much-loved cola formula
with something sweeter and more akin to Pepsi. My father, recognizing
my mother's intense love for the original, promptly went to the grocery
store and purchased more than 30 3-liters of the original Coca-Cola
which he, yes, stockpiled in our basement. We rationed them for
as long as a family of five with three young sugar-addicted children
could. Amazingly enough, we managed to last through the entire
dark period (according to Wikipedia,
a whopping three months) until, one night, I remember returning from
errands with my mother when my brother ran out to the garage and,
jumping up and down, exclaimed, "They're bringing it back!
They're bringing Old Coke back!" Happy days were there again.
And so it is with great hope that I await the day that Bell's resumes
distribution in the Land of Lincoln. Now excuse me while I go
down an Oberon and think longingly of summer....
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