My late father told me the story of how he was coming home from school in Detroit during prohibition. Agents had just busted a warehouse full of kegs of beer.

My late father told me the story of how he was coming home from school in Detroit during prohibition. Agents had just busted a warehouse full of kegs of beer. As was the practice at the time they'd use an axe to chop into the barrel to empty the contents. He said the entire street was a river full of beer!