As a PNW beer snob, I used to make shandies out of the Ranier 30 racks that would be left at our house after a party. I didn’t like the beer at the time and mixing it with lemon San Pellegrino made it delightful.
I now drink Ranier proudly when I can since I moved to Chicago. I love this city but I still bleed green, white, and blue.
The joyful wonder and whimsey that lived in my soul and twinkle that shone through my eyes, or at least I think it was there. It’s now just a faint memory of a memory, something that I yearn for but unsure if I ever even tasted it.