I was born in 1950 and for the next 16 years every birthday party , communion, confirmation , baptism for my 6 brothers and sisters and myself brought my PawPaw, Uncle Lester and my Dad together under the carport. There was always a cardboard case of Dixie in returnable bottles. We were green before we knew it. Back yard parties and good times . Very few seafood boils($$$$) but birthday parties galore as I was one of seven children. In the evening , when the case ran out the three adults would go to shoot pool at a local bar and I was allowed to go with them. They had their draft Dixie and I had my Barq’s root beer and my Dickey’s potato chips . When my Dad passed away in 2017 , we picked out the obituary picture for both the Times Picayune and the New Orleans Advocate of him wearing his Dixie Beer Cap that was passed on to him when my PawPaw passed away. A true New Orleans family. PS if you can print his obituary picture from the newspaper with this article , I am sure it would bring a smile to both my PawPaw and Dad but certainly to his children.