By Dr. Ink
I started going to bars at around age 6. My grandfathers on both sides would take me for neighborhood walks that always included a few tavern stops. They’d show me off to their drinking buddies, buy me a 7UP, and give me a few dimes to play Skee-ball.
But the thrill was short-lived because I was usually the lone child in these places — a playful soul who preferred hanging outdoors with my peers.Read More