Well let me start by saying that my family (parents and their parents, and us boys -we are 3-) were born in the Plant City area of Florida. Now it gets more interesting -we spent 6 years in Seville, Spain while my father went to the University of Seville medical school (long uninteresting story -if you want to know about it, lets talk over a keg of homebrew) and in Spain, at least during the '70s, if you could walk up to the bar and put coin on the counter, you would be served. My father used to send us young boys to the local bar (seems like one was on nearly every other block -a few minutes walk from pretty much anywhere -including our apartment) to purchase a bottle of wine (or harder stuff) and bring it back to him. Now, WE certainly were allowed to have a sip or two when our parents were having a glass -and some of my favorite memories were visits to wineries and sampling the wines. My dad was always of the mind that if we wanted to try an 'adult' drink, we should feel free to do so IN THEIR PRESENCE. NO sneaking around. Consequently, (other than while he was into wine-making, my first brother (I was the eldest) and I used to siphon a little out of the carboy in the utility room) we never really felt the 'urge' to drink beyond a sip here and there. In fact, I recall the first time I actually purchased my OWN beer and had beers with friends, was well into my late twenties (well, after 25, anyway) -we just didn't hang out with the 'drinking crowd'. The freedoms given by our parents (I know they'd have put a stop to it if we had ever tried to go beyond what we did) took all the mystery and 'cool' out of it. It really wasn't a big deal.
My maternal grandfather loved drinking beer -sadly, he loved drinking whatever was cheapest -and to this day, I can still smell the sour smell of old Milwaukee cans he piled up (and I used to crush them and take them to the recycling center about twice a year for extra spending loot) out by the barn. I won't come anywhere near that 'quality' of beer. I DID inherit his love of this hopped elixir -though my tastes are considerably more refined than his (grin) -one other thing I inherited from him (sadly) is gout. Unfortunately, alcohol-wise, beer is the worst drink for gout sufferers -it causes more severe flare-ups than any other alcohol beverage (proteins, I expect) -and its really the only alcohol I really enjoy having (even before I could brew it).
HIS gout became so bad that it disfigured his hands, and he ultimately gave up drinking because of it. Of course, these days we have drugs that help ease the flare-ups, whereas only a few decades ago, they had none. MY flares (when I have them -and thanks to a newer drug, I've gone from multiple flares a month (at worst) to about 2 a year (so far)) can get bad enough that I have to walk with a cane (and wish I didn't have to walk at all), and if they get bad enough, I miss work (which I do NOT like to do). The last flare was so minor, I didn't even need a cane. The new drug doesn't 'cure' the problem, but goes a long way to minimize it.
Sorry for the off-topic ramble. Just go off work this morning, and am enjoying a pint.
