In the heyday of church festivals and strip mall mini-fairs, beer tents were the cathedrals of entertainment. Stuffed into an acre of a parking lot, these yearly ordeals brought local people together so as to try and part ways with the family’s 18-year-old daughters. The girl’s parents would accompany them into the beer tent and throw their lure into the shoal of male fish who hung near the beer tappers for easy access. The young women would wear provocative clothing and substantial makeup to entice the boys under the parent’s watchful eye…. or not. This was the era of finding a suitable mate for their daughters because now, social media is the current hunting grounds. It didn’t exist back then. In the later part of the Vietnam era, the drinking age was lowered to 18 to promote soldier replacements, as alcohol works wonders for procreation. Many an X-generation child was first brewed at a beer tent. The concept was simple: stick all the immature males in a cloth structure, give them some music and cheap beer, and sit back and watch the antics of young people trying to overcome their inhibitions and get down to the nitty gritty of relationship building. Most all the boys carried good memories of their mothers who watched over them growing up. They fed them, encouraged them, and, if dad got drunk, protected them. These boys now wanted their own personal moms for themselves. Fresh tits were a bonus as mom’s dedication to her offspring turned those spry headlights into sock rocks. Sorry, mom. The music pounded through that canvas cathedral as first, one foot started tapping, and then with 2 more beers, the other 1 followed suit. Dancing ensued, and the males were now being judged on their athleticism, originality, and personalities. It revealed much about their upbringing so parents could guide their daughter’s decisions. The boys had no idea that they were in a tented fishbowl and future fates were developing. Life’s a circus; and then you move on down the road.