During the early 1960's, we used to sit on the front steps, (stoops, for you New Yawkahs), and listen to the Phillies on a transistor radio.
My next door neighbor's father would always have a Quart of Ballentine and a pack of Pall Mall Reds with him.
When he went in to pee, we would all sneak a sip of beer and steal a Pall Mall for later.
This is probably why I never became a big beer drinker or cigarette smoker !