Here's To The Can

That picture! I haven't had a Schlitz tall boy since the 6th grade. Here's Dan Zak: The march of Western civilization and the prosperity of the United States have partly hinged on the quiet little object behind those boxes of pricey whole-grain rotini pasta on the third shelf of your cupboard. The object is cylindrical and silver and wrapped in a paper label. It is dusty. Its expiration date has passed.

"You think it's still good?"

"I dunno. Open it. No, wait. Don't."

Or do. Several years ago, on the 50th anniversary of his marriage, an Englishman in Denton ate a can of cooked chicken he received as a wedding present. His only complaint? It was "a little bit salty."

Such is the power, the longev…