While living in Hendersonville, NC, about a decade and a half ago the landlord of the cottage on the side of a mountain I rented had a retirement party. One of his daughters brought a case of Corona. She offered me one but I declined. She asked why. “That stuff is nothing but cheap Mexican beer in a clear glass bottle they marketed by putting a lime in it and young Americans lapped it up.” Her husband offered me a Heineken and I gratefully accepted saying, “Thanks for the real beer, man!”
Post dedicated to my favorite librarian, Heather, salt of the earth.