I am really, really ready for this weekend. After the week I’ve had, I’m ready to sit down and pop open a refreshing beer from the 1982 World’s Fair.
I was 11-years-old when my family and I packed ourselves into a Chevy van and drove out to Knoxville, Tennessee to attend the 1982 World’s Fair. We bought a lot of souvenirs while we were there (as you can see), and I have picked up several more over the past couple of years, thanks in part to a recent road trip to that part of the country.
That’s me on the left, with the sweet cut offs, the World’s Fair hat, the World’s Fair t-shirt, and the World’s Fair puppet. Apparently everybody in my family had to sell their shoes to afford all those keepsakes. That’s the only reason I can figure why none of us are wearing any.
A few years ago my Dad was cleaning out his closet, ran across that six-pack of World’s Fair Beer, and gave it to me. It’s officially 30 years old this summer, but online wine, I do not think cheap beer gets better with age.
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