I love a Manhattan, it seems that al l the different bars, restaurants and regions each have their own variations on a theme and here is mine. After years of brutal research, forcing myself to imbibe a few thousand, I have found the jet fuel that rockets me into orbit.
A few years ago, a Day-Glo pink dahlia called to me from outside my local drugstore where it sat next to the dollar item sale table. I tried to resist its siren call, thinking it fancy but not particularly fine.
I was an interning Engineer on the Great Highway in San Francisco when I was eighteen years old. I had just completed my first year of Civil Engineering at U.C. Berkeley, and donning boots and a hard hat was a welcome change to my word processing job that required typing 80 words a minute.