The sun was setting as we drove through the crisp July evening in Madison’s dad’s 1985 Volvo station wagon. Summer was already cooling down up in the Great White North. We’d just spent the best weekend of our lives at the Winnipeg Folk Festival in Canada, dancing in the mud, flirting with boys and buying legal beer for the first time. Turns out, Lucky Lager tastes like the best craft beer money can buy when you’re 18. I wasn’t a bad kid in high school.