By Patty Steele

So, if I were the type of woman who bought beer for 17 year old boys, how would I go about it? Would I bring my own young children into a grocery store, along with Alex, the striking 17 year old son of my best friend, load up on groceries for 10 people, and then try to buy expensive imported beer to hand over to said 17 year old? That's what I was suspected of last weekend when I approached the check out at the Grand Union in Schroon Lake NY.