Dinkelacker was the beer of choice. Only because it was the local beer since 1888. All who served in Stuttgart have seen the Dinkelacker Biere coaster above. The only thing missing is the tally along the side indicating how many you had.
I can’t count the number of times, just before payday, that four of us would pool our money buy a couple of cases of Dinky’s, two or three loaves of Schwarzes Brot and a pound of butter and play double deck pinochle for a penny a point and a nickel a game. The game would go on from Friday night until mid-day on Sunday. My friend Cpl. Jones, AKA, “Jonesy” said, “We got us the trifecta brother and it covers all the food groups.” I am sure Cpl. Jones had no clue as to food groups – he couldn’t read or write and was what we considered WWII cannon fodder. He could carry a rifle and shoot = fodder. More about Jonesy later.
Reading these many stories you shared with me 29 years ago while driving the Autobahn together is really bringing back great memories... We never did find the twin towns of Einfahrt and Ausfahrt!
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