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You add lime and it becomes a Cuba Libre.
You all bring back memories. I was raised in a different era. If you drank, you drank with the family. You did not scurry around trying to buy liquor as a minor and drinking outside the home. Sundays, as a kid, I would drink a mai tai or Old Grand dad when we would have a barbecue. When extended family (upwards of 50 people) would go to a restaurant once a month, the older kids would drink a glass of wine. Those days are gone. You would have the Department of Social Services raiding homes today.
I am of that same era, and we did things the same way. When I was preparing to graduate high school in ’78, a school club of which I was a member had its annual awards banquet. Suits and dresses for everyone, so we looked good.
The after-party was hosted by a graduating club member’s parents. Picture about 75 kids, 18 and under, (drinking age was 21), on the lawn, everyone holding beer, wine and cocktails, with an open bar and professional bartender. Now picture a squad car slowly passing by and 75 kids raising their beverages in a toast to the local PD. Then the cop waves back and drives on.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you did the same thing today.
I find it ironic that, if you and your family are strict law-abiding citizens, college-bound sons and daughters may take their first drink not in the safety of home under family supervision, but at a college bar encouraged on by their peers. Hardly the more desirable outcome!