Pabst was my first sip of beer riding in the backseat of my brother's '54 Buick.
Pabst was also my first full can of beer at my Senior Prom in '66.
Pabst was also my first porcelin-love to whom I sang "Ralphie-boy" after a case of quart bottles on my 18th birthday.
For those unlearned in the ways of South Carolina, 18 used to be the "legal" drinking age.
However, Bourbon was served to babies as a sugar tit additive when they were teething, had croup or wouldn't go to sleep.
Gawd, that gives me a headache just thinking about it.
Aw, the benchmark memories in every man's life revolve around beer...