I was raised on beer. My baby shower was held in a brewery rathskeller (spelling) when I was born in 1947. My dad and his brothers all worked their entire lives in the brewing industry. We were given small tastes of beer as youngsters. I worked summers as a teenager at a brewery. My first job was throwing boxes of obsolete cone top cans in a gully. I drank beer on my breaks and filled a thermos for my walk home. It never caused me a problem. I worked hard all my life, fought in Vietnam, married for 43 years, raised three great kids, and along the journey drank millions of beers. Still relatively healthy, have outlived a few of my doctors, and live in Minnesota so my beer is always cold in an unheated garage. Yes, the colder the better. Lets all raise a glass and pray to save this great nation!