I was the first baby born at the beginning of the last century. At 13 I dropped out of school to work in my father’s tavern in hopes of someday becoming a barkeep just like him. Then, at 20 years old, my country outlawed the sale of alcohol with something called “Prohibition” and that is when the depression got great. It was one year before I was old enough to pour my first drink. My death certificate says I died of a heart attack, but I always felt that it was just broken.
Today my spirit lives on in a new tavern in a new century and I’m finally doing what I love. Pouring drinks part-time and defending my old-world ideology full-time.