I have so many great memories of a life shared with Pat. We met in our 30's (or so I thought...she was actually 43, but" those numbers keep getting mixed up") when she became my housemate. She was just getting back on her feet again, & her 2 youngest, Myste & Forrest were staying with their father in the meantime. Pat was eventually able to find a little house on a corner with a small yard to rent for her & the kids. We were still pals, so I would stop by now & then to visit or watch TV. One time she had evidently just gotten groceries when I came over & Forrest could not even wait for the big liter bottle of soda pop to spend time in the fridge. He had it open & poured about a third into the bottom of a glass with the rest being foam to the top. I made him give that one to his mom & since we agreed those tingly bubbles going up your nose are the best, I told him I'd show him how to pour a glass with no head. I tipped the glass, balancing the bottle on the table & the 7-Up slid down the inside of the glass. We ended up with a thin sliver of bubbles on the top. He agreed it was a superior beverage. Then I had him try it, & he aced it first try.
Pat had scored some tickets to a baseball game the following Sunday afternoon & we decided to take the kids. It being Sunday, the stands were not crowded & we got our bleacher seats & probably a bag of p-nuts for a great day. Forrest was still young enough that pretty soon he was watching almost everything else but the game. He spotted a guy next section over, about 5 rows down who had just popped the top on a Bud & was pouring it into his cup. Pat was mortified as his clear child voice announced "LOOK, MOM! THAT GUY KNOWS HOW TO POUR! NO HEAD!" She was certain every eye in the stands was boring into the mother who had her child keep her in perfectly poured beers all day.
