Lone Star Beer thread

Well, I turned seventeen, in 1959. My brother and his running pals decided it was time to take me along, on their Friday night excursions, which occasionally saw us in Boys Town, in Laredo. There was cousin Dean, self described as being "better looking" than me, "and you know it;" Donny, an inlaw to Dean, ugly as a possum, but charming; and a changing roster of lesser pals.

First thing they did was pass me a cold bottle of Lone Star Beer. I sucked on like it was mothers milk. Only thing, if I tried to drink over three, I got sick; or, if I drank some on an empty stomache, then tried to eat, I got sick.

We ran the roads, sometimes took the girls we knew to the park at Nueces River; cruised the Prince's hamburger stand, circling the block, endlessly; and went to a bar, in Clarkwood, where the kids got served, same as the grownups. And, always, the Lone Star.

They mostly moved to other brands, with time (You know - the soda pop beers that are popular). I still drink an average of four or five per month, forty seven years later. There was a cameraderie I felt, in those days. Lone Star, its symbol. Plus, I enjoy it as much today as then.

Well, there's always the California Republic

There's also Republic Pictures, home of shoot 'em up western movies.

One running buddy stayed with us for about four months. He even worked with us, about a week. He was a big old boy, name of Jake. His car was the kind of Studebaker, you wonder if it's coming or going, sometimes. It had no reverse and he turned it about by racing down the street, and then fishtailing it. He was all right, but, being older than me, hung exclusively with my brother. One Friday night, we piled into his car, and, before I realized it, we were barreling down the road that I knew would get us to Laredo. We had a few six packs of Lone Star, on ice, and the radio blasting songs like, Crazy Arms, by Ray Price, and, Tupelo County Jail, by Webb Pierce.

The first forty five minutes went really well. When Jake failed to slow, coming through a small town I forgot the name of, however, a car with the blinking red lights got on our tail. He prudently pulled over, and an officer of the law appeared at the window.

"You were going ninety miles and hour," he said.

Two of us were under age. I was seventeen. The cop put the older guys in the slammer, and turned me and another kid loose. "Be here, at ten o'clock in the morning," we were told.

As we walked out to the street, I told the other boy, "This is the first time I've been in trouble with the law."

"Don't let it make you feel pregnant," he observed dryly.

We approached a church and tugged on the door. It was open, and we went in. There, we slept, near the alter, on a deep carpet. Next day, Dean's brother, Alvin, came with the money we needed and our fines were paid.

Mom looked at us, but said nothing, when we finally came home. She knew we were going to live this way, and she had not the stamina to fight over it.

He died happy.

After I got to know these so-called running buddies, I didn't really like them. Dean, Donny, and somebody, took to driving down to the T-heads, piers, where homosexuals mingled with the crowds, seeking young men to pick up. They used Donny for bait. After he rode off with the gay, the others followed and then they beat him up. Once, they got distracted, and Donny was left to deal with it on his own. I never knew how that episode ended for him. There were other factors. All I took away from those times was my liking for Lone Star.

I never heard a Lone Star Beer jingle. Years ago, most products had a jingle.

Burghermeister Burghermeister
It's so light and golden clear
Burghermeister Burghermeister
It's a truly fine pale beer

What'll ya have
Pabst Blue Ribbon
What'll ya have
Pabst Blue Ribbon
What'll ya have
Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer

You may search the whole world over
Looking for the finest beer
You'll discover Lucky Lager has the flavor you will cheer

From the land of sky blue water
Comes the beer refreshing
Hamms the beer refreshing

Now this a beer song. Aussie style. Well, sorta.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH3GH7Pn_eA

I've never made the acquaintance of a Lone star.

That situation must be remedied.

The local store has 16 oz. singles for 85 cents, plus ten, makes 95 cents.

Thats remarkably cheap!

375 ml (a touch less than your 16 OZ) stubby is a couple of dollars here.

I see the AUD has almost reached parity with the USD. .9125 Aud = 1.00 USD.

Correction: 89 cents, 95 cents total.

Beer . . . Got to have . . . beer .
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