Probably a 6th century West Germanic monastic borrowing of Vulgar Latin biber.
Archaeologists in Israel have found the residues of 13,000 year old Natufian beer.
The sponsor of the Brooklyn Dodgers was Schaefer (scoreboard h and e lit up) Beer.
The sponsor of the New York Giants (Have a Knick!) was Knickerbocker Beer.
The sponsor of the New York Yankees (A Ballantine blast!) was Ballantine Beer.
Plato: “He was a wise man who invented beer.”
Ancient Egyptian Saying: “The mouth of a perfectly happy man is filled with beer.”
Henry Lawson, Australian poet: “Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.”
Washington Irving: “They who drink beer will think beer.”
Sam Adams: “Let no man thirst for good beer.”
Anne Sexton: “God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.”
Homer Simpson: “I would kill everyone in this room for a drop of sweet beer.”
So, Solonche, what do you say we go for a beer?
Only if it’s 1964 and you’re Celeste Yarnall, Miss Rheingold the Dry Beer.
J.R. Solonche has published poetry in more than 400 magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s. He is the author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), Invisible (nominated for the Pulitzer Prize by Five Oaks Press), The Black Birch (Kelsay Books), I, Emily Dickinson & Other Found Poems (Deerbrook Editions), In Short Order (Kelsay Books), Tomorrow, Today and Yesterday (Deerbrook Editions), True Enough (Dos Madres Press), The Jewish Dancing Master (Ravenna Press), If You Should See Me Walking on the Road (Kelsay Books), In a Public Place (Dos Madres Press), To Say the Least (Dos Madres Press), The Time of Your Life (Adelaide Books), The Porch Poems (Deerbrook Editions), Enjoy Yourself (Serving House Books), Piano Music (Serving House Books), For All I Know (Kelsay Books), A Guide of the Perplexed (Serving House Books), The Moon Is the Capital of the World (Word Tech Communications), and coauthor of Peach Girl: Poems for a Chinese Daughter (Grayson Books). He lives in the Hudson Valley.