Victory in a Can
I, Bernie Harberts, did not use generative AI to write or illustrate this article. Spell check and grammar check, yes. AI, no.
I was agitated because I needed to ride my mules across the bridge leading from Iowa to Nebraska. It was hella narrow. He pulled up and asked, “do you drink beer?” and handed me a cold Pabst Blue Ribbon.

“Hell yeah!” I said and tucked the beer away in my pommel bag. He gave me the thumbs-up and I rode toward the bridge that was giving me the yips. I felt calmer knowing there was a reward waiting for me on the other side.


Bridge crossed, I drank the beer. It was still cold and I was thankful he asked me if I drank beer.
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Todd. Bridges are measure like cold nights. You’ve got three dog nights and you’ve got three beer bridges. I could have definitely celebrated with a few more cold ones after crossing this on. Narrowest one so far…with impatient drivers to boot. Whew. Makes me look forward to a no beer bridge.
That bridge looks like two beers maybe. Does traffic get scared in spots?