First Person: A Proustian Pleasure

Edible Philly, Summer 2015

When I was in grade school, my Dad’s after-work errands often included a stop at “the distributor.” Just down the road from the state liquor store, it was the only place to buy beer in our sleepy Pocono Mountains town. A pretty standard arrangement here in Pennsylvania, but it baffled the out-of-state tourists in a hurry to find booze to fuel their woodsy vacations…

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