A non-Kingstonian trio of thoughts.
In re: Tang: My father, who was born in Florida in 1912 (both his parents and 3 of his grandparents were Florida natives also!) described a "truly sorry" person as "someone who tenants on an orange grove but who’ll crank up the truck and drive clear into town for a jar of Tang(R)."
In re: good beer: Folksies, we need a new thread therefor, and I haven’t learned how to do that yet. Create one and I’m apt to warble on ad nauseam.
In re: Fizzies: My trick was to stuff my mouth full of instant potatoes and then guzzle grape juice. I referred to my character in doing so as B. Levi Overeat. He had a secretary; at the bottom of the notes that I scribbled to friends while in that character, I wrote BLO/at. My mind lets out a laaaarge sonorous noise at the mere thought. (Oh, my: what I came up with when I was a child! – What I still come up with now!! Mumble, mumble.)
Now Thinking Of The Wurst Of P. D. Q. Bach (I Have The 2-Record Set On Vinyl: 50 Cents At A Thrift Store In Seneca, South Carolina), Ort. Carlton in Athens, Georgia.