My dad was not a beer drinker but throughout the year he collected cases of Lethbridge Old Style Pilsner in what was then the stubby brown bottles. Every several weeks a particular Robin Hood flour salesman who had been selling flour to Lakeview Bakery, probably somewhere near 30, 100lbs sacks of flour per day, would come by and chat up my dad to keep the contract safe. He often came with a case of Lethbridge. Most of the cases dad would take home and they would accumulate in the pantry in our basement until summer.
And then after supper on those warm summer evenings, my dad would sit on the front steps of our 12th Avenue home, watch little league baseball being played across the street in the ball diamond very visible from the steps. It was an extra special game when one of his own sons was playing. It was then that he would enjoy a few beers and a few games from his own special box seat, refreshments provided. I recall that as we got a little older the stash diminished a bit faster. I doubt that he ever bought a case of beer but those cold ones went down well after a hot day in the bakery, with the sun going down slowly on a hot prairie summer day.