A very special man from Bev’s hometown passed away this week, and while I didn’t know him well, he is a close friend’s grandpa, and all-around badass. Picture an 80+-year-old farmer/laborer who could basically skin a rattle snake with his bare hands, and who enjoys Busch Light more than almost anyone you’ll ever meet (Midwesterners and their Busch Lights….). Anyhoo, a few years back this man, who, at the time, was probably 75, sat down with a few townie guys after a long week’s work, and for some reason, the host of the farmer soiree didn’t have any Busch Light cold, so Dick had to drink a warm one. After taking his first slow swig, Dick slowly smiled, and famously proclaimed…
“Nothin’ like a warm Busch.”
And, THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason this man receives a shoutout on this blog.
Well played, Dick. Well played.
-Bev
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