This is a cork lined original to the two replicas featured on the board six post. Apparently, several brewers used this cap- and at least one was our hometown brewery.
Anyway, let's get started with boards 8, which ends the first binder.
Then comes your standard Fosters- "Australian for 'beer' ".
The second row leads off with Birra Peroni, out of Lombardy in Italy. This is brewed by SABMiller, a huge Kraken of a company which is the merger of South African Breweries and Miller, which is in North America the Miller/Molson/Coors empire, and in Europe include not only Peroni but the aforementioned Plzensky Prazdoj and Holland's Grolsch, as well as extensive holdings in Latin America. Next are a pair of identical twins- two color variations of Sierra Nevada. The first is a Pale Ale- the second leading USA craft beer in sales behind Sam Adams Boston Lager. The second is their Glissade Golden Bock. This company was formed as a home brewery in 1979 in Palo Alto, CA. This brings us to one of my 2 Amstel Lights. Rounding out row two is a Bud Ice.
Board 9, which opens up book two, goes back to the older caps of the collection. The first two rows feature a collection of Schlitzes: A tall twist that was found near that Georgia Falstaff behind the shed at the old house; A Malt liquor tall twist, probably from Zulu; a pull ring, found at the dump in Pokagon; a non-twist oldie also from the dump; the standard "twist off or use opener", one of my nephew's acquisitions; in row two, a Florida twist from the legendary trip; and a fellow tripper from Georgia. Then come a pair of Stroh's tall twists- one a pale gold, the flat one a pale silver, both road finds. Rounding out row 2 is a Schmidt's twist off, another road find.
Finally, let's answer the question: what/where is Zulu? The dry details are here; But to me, Zulu was a second home. My Aunt and two uncles (siblings, people) all lived there; The general store, the Zulu Tavern (Later Billy's Haystack), and the Zulu Garage were all there. The legends of my youth, the semi-legendary Hiney Winery behind the library, the local "dead man's curves", were all there. My first legal beer and my first illegal wedding was there. R/T Machines, with snowmobiles and so much more, is there. It was a dead three-mile walk from my door to the door of the general store (though by the time I walked it, it was Lortie's Bar). In 1898, it was a hamlet, a crossroads called 4 Corners- but the government wanted to establish a post office, and that name was taken. Somebody got out a geography book, randomly turned to a map of Africa and stuck a pin in the page- whence comes Zulu. In my father's youth, it had two baseball teams- the Blues and the Juniors. It was the gathering point of my father's family, and the site of some of the most pointless arguments ever waged. I had my first paying job there, and my first bad case of poison ivy. About 70% of our families old 8mm movies were filmed there. It wasn't quite home, but to tell anyone out that way you lived on the near side of Zulu was enough to get an, "Oh, I know where you're at." The best cheeseburgers I've ate to this day were cooked by Bill Riley at Zulu, and in a poem I wrote that got published in the Monroeville Breeze, the term Zuluburger was born, and to the best of my knowledge still exists. I never lived in Zulu, it's true. But you could never tell the story of my life- not by half- without it.