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Remember when you were 18, out-of-school and drinking beer, or tequila and orange juice, or even (sweet Jesu on the rock!) peppermint schnapps, and you thought just maybe you were a robot? Or maybe it was your parents that were robots? And it was about 11 AM and you wanted to go to the main branch library in the slightly bigger town.
To read from the history of science collection.
To see your cute and very fun blonde friend from art class.
And all that ill-advised drinking and brooding eroded you. The drunkenness was bad. However, you did discover a genuine pleasure that summer. Really, you loved a very particular beer.
For me, in those halcyon times, that beer was Saranac Summer Ale.
Alas, I can no longer drink that beer for the desperate swirl of memories it recalls.
But this beer, sampled in immodest quantities by myself recently, recalls the purest memory of that Saranac brew. And it does it without drawing the associated dark places as vividly.
Tasty, light, alcoholic. Well played Great Divide!
