re: RIP Schlitz beer

As a millennial I never discovered Schlitz until I took a trip to Milwaukee and thought it was pretty good for a domestic.

Shame that the younger generation is more into gay arse kombucha and weed than beers.

joining Joe Don Baker (AKA Mitchell) in the great beyond

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Had a buddy in high school that made an impressive chain out of the pull tabs.

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How? Cut the tab and then solder it back together?

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The first beer I remember seeing as a kid in the 70s was Schlitz. Our neighbor was an old WWII vet who, as far as I can tell started drinking them at breakfast and continued until he went to bed. The only thing he loved as much as his Schlitz was Lucky Strike cigarettes.

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I had a neighbor like this in the early 80's growing up. The man had been an officer in the war and retired from the Army as a Lt Col, IIRC. He was already in his late 70's when I met him. He kept a service rifle, either an M1 carbine or M-14, on his wall with an engraved plaque on the stock given to him for retirement. A 1911 .45 was always around next to his lounge chair. He'd dress up almost every day, often in a suit and tie, but would drink and smoke Chesterfield's daily. When the car was taken away, he'd still get dressed up to walk outside and push leaves off the walkway with his cane. There were also days he might be seen waving the .45 around on the porch yelling at people. We got along pretty well, though, would talk most afternoons when I was out in the yard, and he never was mad if I had to go under his house to find a football or baseball that got away. He was also very tolerant of me shooting my pellet gun regularly. Right before he was taken away to a home, I heard he had wanted me to have the rifle, but his kids wouldn't let him give that to me. I understood why they wanted the rifle, but still felt honored he thought I was worthy to have it.

Pabst and Schultz were originally rivals and dominated the early Aus beer market. They were competing for best beer at the worlds fair. Pabst claimed to have won and thus called it Pabst Blue Ribbon. It’s an interesting story. I believe Schlitz was killed when he was traveling to Scotland and his ship crashed on some rocks near shore.

It was my honor.

XO of my squadron when he would refer to something ending in a bad outcome or running out of luck would say "we're out of Schlitz".

drank many a malt liquor bull in the e club at camp LeJeune
good times…

Man, I haven’t had a Schlitz beer since elementary school.