Before federal self-righteousness one could buy pretty good home-made strawberry wine at roadside stands on US 51 around Hammond LA (1968).
Mr. Mayor: T’bird + grapefruit juice = "Shake-’em-up" (college, 1962-66)
Jennifer: Mad Dog 20/20: the drink of choice in the boys’ bathroom of the Memphis jr. high (Humes) where I taught. (1970-1976)
Sundancer: I’m with you: Wine’s fine with meals, I suppose, but Knob Creek bourbon or Lagavulin scotch. When I was in seminary some of my classmates and I had, as a reaction to the pretentious "wine-tasting parties" to which we were frequently invited, a scotch-tasting party. We specified single-malts; in those innocent days, Glenfiddich won. It wouldn’t now.
Mr. Mayor: I like Asti Spumante if I want a really sweet sparkling wine other than port. But it has to be a good brand.
Mr. Mayor: All I remember is, "It’s gin, gin, gin that makes you want to sin, and it’s cold Malt Duck that makes you want to. . . ." as part of a college ‘song.’
Ocdreamr: To the best of my knowledge my wife has been drunk twice. Manhattans made her empty a pot of hot fish-fry grease on her foot and occasioned a pretty embarrassing visit to the ER of the hospital where she worked. (1969) Fizzies: really nasty; Castro Valley, CA, 1959.
kland01s: Fla-Vr-Straws (sp?), Albuquerque, NM, c. 1958