We go to buy some beer.

This Saturday we have a party to go to. This is a big deal for us as we don't go to many parties any more and this is a seventieth birthday party for someone we met after we put up our Biden for president sign which then got run over and eventually stolen. It turned out she is originally from the same part of the state as we were so we all were delighted to hook up with an old paisan, which is Italian for someone from your old area of residence.

My wife searched the internet and found a wine glass that said something about being old or something like that as a gift, I didn't really pay any attention to it.
Then she decided we needed to include a bottle of wine except this person doesn't drink wine as it gives her heart burn. But she does drink beer.

So my wife decides we need to include some beer with the glass. Fine.
A case is too much beer so we settle on a quart of beer (33 ounces). I tell her the last time I bought on it was fifty five cents. I also inform my wife that you can't buy a quart of beer at a distributor in Pennsylvania they're only allowed to sell cases. You have to go to a bar to buy a quart of beer.
Of course she insists I'm wrong and she's going to a beer distributor. I get to drive.

We roll up and I tell her I'm staying in the car and she's on her own, so she sashays in.
I'm waiting and waiting, figuring she'd be right out when the dude tells her she has to go to a bar, but she doesn't come out.

Now the rest of the story is second hand information passed on by my wife when she finally makes it out to the car and tells me she just made an ass of herself.
She goes in and asks the guy if they sell quarts of beer. He looks at her with an, "Who is this idiot." look on his face and informs her, "Lady nobody has sold quarts of beer for years."
"Do you sell anything like that?"
"You can buy a can."
"Well, I guess cans are better than bottles cause you can't recycle bottles but you can cans."
He just looks at her.
"Can I get a warm one?"
He starts to laugh, "Yes". "What kind do you want?"
"I don't care, anything. Give me that bottle of Yuengling over there."
"It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Do I have to show I.D.?"
He points to a sign that says something about being a hundred but shrugs his shoulders.
"She says, "I guess I'm showing my age."
She hands over the money, takes the bottle and exits among snickers coming from behind various stacks of beer.

It was something like $3.50 for a 24 once can, or something like that, I wasn't really paying attention, I was wondering if you can still buy beer by the bucket.
This is what a quart of beer looked like:

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Here you can definitely get beer in big bottles... they call them "balenas' which means WHALES.

First time I saw the sale sign on the beer store I thought maybe they are having a whale of a sale, but then I bought one

 

Czech beer is great! I drank a bit - maybe a bit too much - but had a blast visiting that country. The beer refreshed wonderfully.

 

That's what my wife thought.

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But beer by the bucket used to be beer by the bucket, a bucket into which beer from a bar tap was poured, then you took it home or to work. Many times the child's job was to get the beer for their parents.

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My parents would send my sister and I down the beach to the bar, get some drinks for the adults, and bring them back without spilling a drop.

Our reward was ice cream.

I thought it was a good deal at age 8.

Nobody cared in the Virgin Islands in the 1960s.

 

In 1954 a six pack cost about $1.62.
1960 $1.70
1969 $1.92.

We got drafts for ten cents in the early 70s at the Polish club.
We also used to buy Hop'n gator back then.

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It was beer mixed with Gatorade but with 25% more alcohol then regular beer.
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I remember in Waynesburg there was a bar that didn't card college students, and you could get a draft beer for 25 cents. 1971.

 

Yeah, we had three of those in California, Pa. At Dominick's bar the entire bar would get drunk including the bartenders. Life was good!