Post from Dallasblog

When I was around 19 or 20, I’d hang out with guys who were several years older than me.  Most of my older friends drank beer and often invited me to drink with them.  As we ordered beer, guys who knew I was underage would slip me their driver’s license under the table as the waitress checked to see if we were old enough to drink beer.  Back in the 50s, driver’s license didn’t have your mug on the license ...