Thankfully, there are two gifts I can always fall back on: Beer and Mars bars. He's not a big drinker, but Dad does enjoy a brown pop now and then. And if you've ever paired a nice pilsner with a Mars you know where he's coming from.
Like father like son I suppose: When my own daughters ask about Father's Day, beer is usually at the top of my wish list. (Just above well-behaved children and a Calgary Flames Snuggie.) Not only is it beer, but thanks to the explosion of craft brewing in Ontario some legitimate surprise and excitement surrounds the gift presentation. It’s become a kind of family tradition: The girls visit the LCBO with their mom — because the Beer Store is the Worst. Business. Ever. — and each of them selects one tall can.
This is perfect, because two tall tins are usually all I need — on the patio, on the disc-golf course, on the dock, in the stands at the wild cow milking competition, you get the idea. I do a lot of work with the Canadian Men’s Health Foundation, and it has opened my eyes to the senselessness of over-imbibing. Where before a six-pack (or more) would somehow disappear in my presence, two tall tins do the trick these days.
Speaking of wild cow milking, my love of tall tins has inspired me to write these country music lyrics:
Hey there Tall Tin
You look kinda thin
But you hold much more than a stubby
And once you're all gone
I've got my buzz on
Without getting excessively chubby
With you, yes, it's true
That just two will do
Instead of a gut-forming 'sixer
So here's to you, Tin
Now let us begin
Time to savour your golden elixir
I’m working on adding some music in time for Canadian Men’s Health Week (June 11-17), but these damn banjo strings keep breaking! Can anyone out there play the juice harp? Help me out, and I’ll treat you to a Mars bar and a pair of tall tins...