I saw a posting here about different beers in Minnesota. Grain Belt, Hamms and Schmidt were the most popular when I was a kid, and my Dad had no favorite. But it reminded me of the following incident:
When I was young, my family and my 80 some year old Great Aunt and her foster son were returning to our rural farm in Minnesota, after visiting relatives in Minneapolis. It was late in the afternoon on Palm Sunday and my Great Aunt was concerned about her Easter Sunday dinner. We were driving back on old Highway 8, through Lino Lakes, MN. Now, this was well before I35 was completed, and it was quite a drive to get home. All at once my Great Aunt noticed a small store was open. This was quite odd, as most stores closed on Sundays. She yelled from the back seat of the car for my father to stop.
This place was really a bar with both on and off sale liquor and some small grocery items.
My Great Aunt insisted my Father stop so she could go in to get some items for her dinner. My Father grudgingly complied, mumbling something under his breath about this will take even longer to get home. So off went my Great Aunt and her son into this small establishment. Within a minute, her son came out laughing so hard he was doubled up. My father rolled down his window and yelled out, ?What the heck is so funny.? He came over to the car with tears in his eyes and said, ?Ma went in and no one was in the grocery area, so she went into the bar. The bartender asked her what she needed, and she asked if they had any hams. Sure he said, "6 pack or case.?
When I was young, my family and my 80 some year old Great Aunt and her foster son were returning to our rural farm in Minnesota, after visiting relatives in Minneapolis. It was late in the afternoon on Palm Sunday and my Great Aunt was concerned about her Easter Sunday dinner. We were driving back on old Highway 8, through Lino Lakes, MN. Now, this was well before I35 was completed, and it was quite a drive to get home. All at once my Great Aunt noticed a small store was open. This was quite odd, as most stores closed on Sundays. She yelled from the back seat of the car for my father to stop.
This place was really a bar with both on and off sale liquor and some small grocery items.
My Great Aunt insisted my Father stop so she could go in to get some items for her dinner. My Father grudgingly complied, mumbling something under his breath about this will take even longer to get home. So off went my Great Aunt and her son into this small establishment. Within a minute, her son came out laughing so hard he was doubled up. My father rolled down his window and yelled out, ?What the heck is so funny.? He came over to the car with tears in his eyes and said, ?Ma went in and no one was in the grocery area, so she went into the bar. The bartender asked her what she needed, and she asked if they had any hams. Sure he said, "6 pack or case.?