Alcohol-Free and Unashamed — by Matt Salis — One Year No Beer

“Grab me a beer, son, and I’ll give you a sip,” my father requested on many Saturday afternoons of my youth. He drank cans of Budweiser back then. So the first time he took me to the Indianapolis 500 at age five, I rooted for Mario Andretti. I didn’t pick the driver because he was arguably the best racer in the world. Instead, I chose to root for him because he drove the bright red Budweiser car.

One of my clearest memories of vacations to visit my family in the summers of my childhood is of the drips of condensation…