I have this vivid memory of one of my mother's brothers visiting us in Colorado many years ago. Her brothers were war heroes, firemen, construction guys, etc. Anyway, my father brings him a beer and my uncle drinks it down and asks why he got the ginger ale, didn't they have any real beer here? It all seemed very mystical to me as a young'un, it wasn't until later that I understood the complex cultural exchange that was taking place. And yes, the beer in question was Coors 3.2%.