For one thing, the first beer I ever drank was from a can. When I was 8 years old, one of my sisters opened a can of Genny Cream Ale for me and one of my brothers. It was a very hot summer day, and even though it tasted terrible to me, I loved the sound of the can opening. Throughout my early years, I stashed many a can of beer in my pocket before I went out to the movies with my friends. I grew up in Pittsburgh , where there is a strong blue collar mentality and lifestyle. Countless cans of Iron City poured down my throat at Pirates games. I have fond memories of these days when beer was just that, beer. There weren’t legions of beer ‘experts’ pouring their beers into glasses to be admired or picked apart. There were a bunch of people that liked to drain beers with their friends.
I want to do my part to bring some of that old-school mentality to the craft beer world. I want to be able to sit out in the yard on a hot summer day, and not end up with a glass of bug-filled skunk water. Basically I am doing it for myself. I want to be able to lay on my couch, with a can of Heady Topper in a coozie on my big, fat belly. And I want to be able to shotgun a Heady Topper. These are all dreams of mine, and soon they will all come true.
