Sailing and Clambo's First Taste of Piels

This is a story about Clambo's youth and adventures on the GSB. Clambo and his family were on the Great South Bay in their 16-foot daysailer. Dad was drinking a cold one, and obviously this was a good thing since he seemed to enjoy it. The young boy was 11 or so and had never had one so he figured, "Gee, maybe I should ask for one. I might be old enough and besides, all I want is a taste." He figured the worst that could happen is that his parental unit would say no. So he asked for a taste.

Dad said, "Sure, why not," and offered the beer. The young boy took it and quaffed a gulp (quaffing being the only true verb for beer). He didn't take a large gulp because he didn't want to push his luck and also because as it touched his lips, he knew it was vile.

"How could anybody drink that and think it was good? I guess I'll have to develop a taste for it. I mean, it seems that men drink it a lot," thought Clambo. He gave the brew back.

"How was it?" asked his dad.

"Not bad," lied the boy.

It was several more years before the boy realized that Piels wasn't really beer.

 

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