Backyard Legends
It was the kind of summer day that begged for a barbecue—the sun blazing, the lawn freshly mowed, and the scent of lighter fluid already in the air. I had everything prepped: burgers, brats, potato salad, even a watermelon chilling in the cooler. But the real star of the day wasn’t on the grill. It was in the keg. A cream ale. Light, crisp, golden. Clean as a whistle and smoother than my cousin Jason’s pickup lines. It had been...
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