The month of May 1989 I was attending the Indy 500 as a guest of the city as I was on the namesake submarine at the time. We were invited to the home of the Congressman's wife who christened the sub at commissioning. Beautiful big house on tree lined old brick paved street in small town Indiana. Had fantastic fried chicken and potato with an e salad, on gingham covered tables outside with a large galvanized washtub full of iced beer. Idyllic. We were being polite (hung over) young sailors chatting with her about the good late-Congressman and submarine life and the Race and the wonders of Indiana, when she scolded us for not drinking a beer or two. It was some that her "husband or her son had stashed in the basement."
Congressman Bray had passed away ten years previously...
PBR with a pop-top! Yikes! Sure enough, when peering into the can, one could find that there were indeed sinkies at the bottom.
Being polite young sailors we only sipped a little bit and surreptitiously poured the rest in the bushes.
PS: Potato with an e as I watched the race with VP Dan Quayle, another fine Hoosier.