Headin' to Western PA this weekend. Lookin' forward to goin' to the old watering hole that served generations of vets and steelworkers. Every guy I knew who got out of the service would make the place his first stop after getting home and not pay for a drink for days. When I worked in the mill, it was the last place we stopped goin' in (no drinking ... maybe one) and the first place we stopped goin' home (drink). We'd work nightshift, hit the bar on the way home (it was open 20 hours a day ... not sure that was even legal) and then go play 18.
I stopped by one 4th of July and asked the bartender (old HS acquaintance) if I could get a shot of Myers' Rum. He looked at me and said, "Really?" We laughed and each had a shot of some rail rum.