Nov 172008
The New York Times reports on something I already knew: people in Wisconsin like to drink. A lot. In most parts of the state, including my hometown of Green Bay, a bar is never more than a ten-minute drive away. On the campus of my smallish liberal arts college, binge drinking usually commenced on Thursday evenings and lasted until well after the last play of the Sunday Packers game. But I wasn’t familiar with the practice of kids accompanying parents to the local tavern. I don’t think I even set foot in a drinking establishment until I was 21. Neither of my parents are native ‘Sconnies and that probably explains their ignorance of local custom.
Wow Mark, you missed out. As kids we often went to the bar with Dad. If we accompanied him to work (the grocery store meat department) on Sunday, we always stopped at the bar on the way home. Ironically we didn’t drink alcohol at the bar, that we did at home. A little beer and pizza anyone?