There was a time when the legal drinking age was 18, and for the layman, beer was more for function than form.
Such has been the case for my father. He has shambled through the hallowed halls of D.C.’s Brickskeller, which once held the Guinness World Record for having the largest commercially available selection of beers. He has sipped gold with diamonds in his eyes – liquid gold and baseball diamonds -- but I can guarantee the beers he drank didn’t cost more than a couple nickels.
For example, he lists Bartel’s Beer as an early favorite, which he remembers coming from Passaic, New Jersey. Bartel’s was $2.95 a case in 1975, plus a 49 cent deposit – a penny per bottle and 25 cents for the wooden case. “It was awful,” he recalls. For that price I’m sure it went down sweet.
Speaking of saccharine nectar, Miller High Life was a staple during sweltering summer ballgames with his beloved Greenpeace Sea Slugs team. Slugging and chugging were one and the same, as someone always supplied “a huge aluminum tub full of ice and tiny seven-ounce bottles of High Life,” he said. “They were dee-licious.”
The headlines read: "Slugs' bats powered by ponies."