I have become my grandfather...

When I was a wee lad we used to visit my aunt and uncle in Oklahoma. For the trip back, gramps would load up the trunk with case after case of Coors. I was terrified we'd end up in jail for bootlegging. Now I make an annual pilgrimage to visit my dad in Montana and bring back case after case of Moose Drool. My new fear is if I'll have the necessary travel papers for next years trip.

Just enjoyed the creamy brown ale with the weekly Boboli.