Speed Gibson

Mitch Berg jogged a memory for me, talking of his first encounter with Coors Beer.

I remember when I was a kid, listening to my dad and his friends talking about “Coors Beer”. Unavailable east of Montana, the stuff was supposedly the nectar of the beer-drinking gods.

I went west on a camping trip many years ago and soon we found ourselves in Coors country, an unexpected highlight or so we thought.

But alas, Mitch was right. Coors was no better than Fox Deluxe, if that, perhaps America's real first "lite" beer. The concept of Coors Light is at best redundant, at worst impossible.

We had bought a six pack for the two of us. We left the other four cans behind in the motel.