Thursday, August 2, 2007
Melting Away In Clearwaterville
I'm not sure why this seems so significant, but I was mildly freaked out to see that my parents drink beer on the rocks now. Part of it is simply that it's a change - I can specifically remember my Dad scoffing at the idea of putting ice in beer, many years ago. But more than that, there's something really "Florida" about it to me. I don't think I've ever seen anybody in St. Louis drink their beer with ice. Maybe most people in Florida don't either, I don't know. Maybe Florida has nothing to do with it. Maybe it's just a personal quirk of my parents'. But it's not one they picked up in St. Louis. There weren't many people more saturated in St. Louisness than my parents, and ice in beer seems like one more way they're turning into Floridians. Time marches on. Or melts into something else.