I think the best beer I ever tasted was an unopened Falstaff I found in the ditch in front of our house in about 1968...winter time, cold and slushy, just right. Started me on the road to sin and degradation, I'm sure.
Very cold Busch Beer for me....
We were maybe 14-15 years old, and out sledding on a hill at the end of our street. There was a high tension tower at the top of the hill where we had a winter fort built. We're sitting there contemplating our next daring run down the hill, when a city street department truck pulls up and stops. A guy gets out of the passenger side, digs a hole in the snow next to a stop sign, puts a paper bag in it, covers it up and off they go.
So as soon as they are out of sight, we sled down there, dig it up, and it's a 6 pack of Busch Beer. We grab it and run back up the hill, down all 6 cans, put it back in the paper bag, sled back down the hill, and re-bury the empties in the bag.... then leave the area.
Yes, I know we were little punks for doing that. But that's what little punks do and it felt good.
I'd expect the same treatment from little punks today, except today, they'd be influencers, live stream it and catch our reactions and make $$ off of us.
