I like a nice, cold mug of beer on occasion.
I do realize that it is not something to abuse
or to be trifled with, so I only imbibe on days ending
in the letter “Y”, and I limit myself to only as much
as I can carry…in the trunk of my car.
I remember, when I was young, my grandfather would ask
me to pour one for him, with the understanding that I
could take a small (?) sip from it before handing it over.
He was a French Canadian who came to this country in the
early part of the last century and he loved his suds.
He drank it at room temperature with a sprinkling of salt
on the top to give it a big foamy head.
You laugh, but if it’s a good beer the flavor comes through
like you wouldn’t believe and the head was a work of art!
This is a neat little ditty by the man who made it
famous…Tom T Hall.

This ones for you Pepere !