I was new in town, first trip to the beer store.  Deep in the heart of Trump country.  Just looking for a 12 pack for the weekend, settling on Yuengling.  Seeing Paul there, a friendly face, a case of craft beer on the counter.

And then behind us in line was this weathered old man, more space than teeth in his grin, carting two cases of Rheingold.  A blast from the past, the beer of choice for my fellow Mets fans.

“Do you think that will get you through the weekend?”

“Don’t know, but it’ll take the sting out of Biden.”