Loose Parts by Dave Blazek for September 14, 2017

Sure – after a few of those, you’ll wonder if you only had a brain.

Waiter,may I have a straw please?

This one propels my brain back to grade school days:

I want a beer just like the beer that pickled my old dad.

It was a beer, the one and only beer that daddy ever had.

It was a good old-fashioned beer with lots of foam.

It took 6 men to carry daddy home.

I want a beer just like the beer that pickled my old dad.

Wheat beer’s okay, just a little too heavy for breakfast.

This misses the mark city boy. You will never see a scarecrow in a wheat field.

Look for hazy golden straw and a thick head.

For me, good wheat beer is an oxymoron. But that’s why they make different kinds of beer.