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Schlitz returns

I didn't realize it had gone out of production. I really get around, obviously!

"Nostalgic Drinkers".......has a nice ring to it....

I thought this was going to be about Milwaukee's Beast.

And I drank Schlitz in high school tho I didn't realize that it went anywhere

Heck with Schlitz, give me a nice cold Blatz!!!!

They rolled out in Chicago in April. Funny how they have been marketing it to the hipster crowd.

INeverGoAnywhere wrote:Heck with Schlitz, give me a nice cold Blatz!!!!

weirdo0521 wrote:They rolled out in Chicago in April. Funny how they have been marketing it to the hipster crowd.

That's who's drinking PBR these days.

first of all there is nothing wrong with PBR.

and I actually had a Laverne and Shirley Ale once . . . and I not kidding . . .

drunkpirate66 wrote:first of all there is nothing wrong with PBR.

and I actually had a Laverne and Shirley Ale once . . . and I not kidding . . .

I used to enjoy PBRs...there was a place we used to hang out at back in the late 80's that had a happy hour every Friday starting at 3pm and they had 25 cent PBRs and a huge buffet of wings, nachos, fried mushrooms,zuchini etc....it was an awesome way to start the weekend and everyone would stop by and decide what the plan was for Friday night....$2 would get you a good buzz going before you'd head out to the clubs.....AHHHHHHH, the good ole days

The Monkey Wrench Gang is fascinating with its intricate descriptions of the networks of canyons and desert growth that become, at times, obstacles and safe havens for his destructive quartet. It is not surprising that Abbey's work met with controversy from all sides. Not only did business and government oppose some of his positions and, definitely, the methods employed by his characters, but environmentalists also found points to attack. For example, there were strong objections to the fact that Abbey's characters, while on their crusade, have no problem tossing their beer cans out of car windows. Of course, the characters hold the position that the highways themselves have already littered the landscape; what difference will a few old Schlitz cans make?

I was looking for a place called "Wolf Hole, Arizona," and after a dreadful dusty drive in my VW microbus, along miserable corrugated roads, I limped into Wolf Hole. But there was nothing there.

I don’t recall even so much as a building. Perhaps a corral. The sound of a squeaky windmill brings back a memory. But nothing else. No Abbey.

I had come bringing gifts; earlier that year, I implemented my own crude skills as a cartoonist to produce a semi-professionally drawn cartoon/line drawing of the ultimate fate of Glen Canyon d*m–a blown up, crumbling concrete plug. I thought he might get a chuckle out of it and was anxious to bring an offering to the man who saved me from becoming a Republican (It was that close...Desert Solitaire put me back on track.).

But the son of a b**** was nowhere to be found. I even looked for "signs"--- a discarded Schlitz beer can along the road perhaps...an uprooted billboard. But I could find no evidence of his passing.

http://www.canyoncountryzephyr.com/feb- ... eaveit.htm

TR, you're starting to scare me.....

Tequila Revenge wrote:I was looking for a place called "Wolf Hole, Arizona," and after a dreadful dusty drive in my VW microbus, along miserable corrugated roads, I limped into Wolf Hole. But there was nothing there.

I don’t recall even so much as a building. Perhaps a corral. The sound of a squeaky windmill brings back a memory. But nothing else. No Abbey.

I had come bringing gifts; earlier that year, I implemented my own crude skills as a cartoonist to produce a semi-professionally drawn cartoon/line drawing of the ultimate fate of Glen Canyon d*m–a blown up, crumbling concrete plug. I thought he might get a chuckle out of it and was anxious to bring an offering to the man who saved me from becoming a Republican (It was that close...Desert Solitaire put me back on track.).

But the son of a b**** was nowhere to be found. I even looked for "signs"--- a discarded Schlitz beer can along the road perhaps...an uprooted billboard. But I could find no evidence of his passing.

http://www.canyoncountryzephyr.com/feb- ... eaveit.htm

A Republican? Thank God for Abbey!

phjrsaunt wrote:TR, you're starting to scare me.....

Schlitz and Ed are like peas and carrots

There's that Jager story too

Way back in the old days ( 1970 ) when I was just a freshman in college - you either drank Schlitz or Bud. I always hated Bud and still do. So it was many Schlitz's for me.

This isn't a pretty novel; it's far from perfect and shining. The lead man, George Washington Hayduke is most often referred to as "hairy." But like the scrubbly and desolate Southwestern desert author Edward Abbey pleads with us to save, this novel posesses its own unique beauty, one much further than skin deep. The characters are carefully carved over time, and human to a fault, down to their hopes and aspirations and touch of hypocrisy (another can of Schlitz out the window...). Armed with a potent message but never preachy, and filled with lots of laughter and action, you'll never forget the Monkey Wrench Gang.

A famous Schlitz moment

Tequila Revenge wrote:This isn't a pretty novel; it's far from perfect and shining. The lead man, George Washington Hayduke is most often referred to as "hairy." But like the scrubbly and desolate Southwestern desert author Edward Abbey pleads with us to save, this novel posesses its own unique beauty, one much further than skin deep. The characters are carefully carved over time, and human to a fault, down to their hopes and aspirations and touch of hypocrisy (another can of Schlitz out the window...). Armed with a potent message but never preachy, and filled with lots of laughter and action, you'll never forget the Monkey Wrench Gang.

One of my favorites. Sure do miss Ed Abbey. Haven't had a Schlitz in 30 years. I don't think I've missed it much. Have found other concoctions to take its place.