Well, Carol and I forgot about it and I didn't realize until Carol texted me before my first flight to Atlanta (connection to Portland) to tell me. When I got to the Atlanta airport, I had to go to a different terminal; thought I was going to be late, so rushed to get there. Turned out I had about 20 or so minutes. So, I found a bar and grill that had Yuengling on tap and managed to down a pint of it in about 10 minutes. Yep, after many, many years, I once again have tasted Yuengling. And in quite the ladylike fashion, might I add.
And how was it? I discovered my beer tastes have matured since that time. It is a good beer, still, but not for me anymore. I can now continue to live my life--fondly look back to the time when my sister and I carried a 24-pack of Yuengling bottles crammed in our carry-on bags (clinkety clink) from D.C. back to Idaho since having it in our suitcases we were checking made it 50 pounds heavier than it should have been and would have cost us an arm and a leg in fees--and never yearn to have a Yuengling again. Thank you, Yuengling, for the memories.
