Thursday, June 9, 2011


When I was nineteen, my dad would take us out to dinner at a country club in another town. 

I was too young to drink, but he would let me order a Brandy Ice as a "dessert".

The bartender, working his way through college, was a young lanky dorky kind of guy, but very nice and very good at making festive drinks.

I am so glad I was polite and nice to him. 

Turns out he became quite famous.  Maybe he'll sign me a book...and make me a mojito!

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