Monday, February 26, 2007

Fire Beer


Here is a blast for those of you who have relocated here from the East Coast. When was the last time you got to hear this song?

Schaefer is the one beer to have
When you're having more than one.
Schaefer's pleasure doesn't fade
Even when your thirst is done.

The most rewarding flavor
In this man's world.
For people who are having fun, fun, fun, fun, ....

Schaefer is the one beer to have
When you're having more than one.


There was a Schaefer Beer distributor in the town where I grew up. Once there was a fire in the warehouse and all the beer was considered spoiled. This was long before there were any agencies or laws on the books of how to deal with this. The distribution company took the entire warehouse full of product and dumped it at a wet land that was being filled to become a city park with a baseball field.

For weeks people were arriving there with shovels to dig out the buried beer. When it was over I’m sure there was nothing left to be found. It was a solution to toxic waste that worked well for the beer drinkers in town weren’t too proud to prospect for their amber transfusion.

9 Comments:

Blogger Jeff said...

In other words, beer drinkers make great recyclers!

6:20 AM  
Anonymous Auntie L said...

Or, people that drink or make beer shouldn't let other people who drink or make beer play with matches.

6:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Guy,

When I was in high school a nearby mom-and-pop grocery burned to the ground. Less than a week later I went to a friends house for a party. I'll give you one guess what was served...Yep, beer in cans that were covered in soot.

Love,
Anon

7:21 AM  
Blogger Zoe said...

Well nothing is more American than beer and baseball.

9:06 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Always the positive Jeff...

L, that would totally stop most of the bar tricks I know from ever being done again.

Love Anon, still tasted good, didn't it?

Zoe, now you understand where the word "Dug Out" could have originated...

11:31 AM  
Anonymous gearhead said...

When I was 13 I spent a summer with my step brother up on the Olympic Penninsula.
He was a carpet layer, and on a trip to the dump to dump scraps we found a case of beer someone had tossed.
He was on the wagon and back to church, and I was WAY under age.
He might have been a STEP brother, but we knew how to keep secrets...

11:41 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Gearhead, one day I'll stay up late enough to have a beer with you. I know I've been promising this for three years now, but this year I'm going to do it.

9:46 PM  
Anonymous Moosehead said...

An awful lot of Merican beer seems to find its way to the dump...

"one day I'll stay up late enough..." Wow!! You are one wild and crazy Guy. Life on the edge and in the fast lane or what! Keep this up and the first thing you know, you'll be eating eggs twice a week and listening to BTO. Walk carefully Guy for fools rush in where angels fear to tread - just some friendly advice from your BSE buddy (Best Smartass Ever?).

3:23 AM  
Blogger Mom of Three said...

My parents grew up on the Pittsburgh side of PA, and they lived near a town called Smithton, which brewed a beer called Smitty's. It was owned by Shirley Jones' dad.

Still, they're Iron City folks.

We moved from Chico, which is Mecca to those who love Sierra Nevada.

7:51 PM  

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