My dad and my uncles owned a bar outside of Cincinnati. I worked there growing up, mopping floors, waiting tables.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.
Well, I'm from Indiana. So to me when I was a little kid growing up, Cincinnati was the glamorous New York of it all.
My uncle was the town drunk - and we lived in Chicago.
I come from Bridgeport, Connecticut and have friends I grew up with there.
I grew up in Columbus, Indiana, a kind of industrial and farmland place.
My father ran a saloon in Kenosha, Wis., which is just about as rough a living as I can think of. It was brutal; it scared the hell out of me. I was so petrified all the while I was a child, I didn't know what I was doing half the time.
I lived across the street from Noodle Bar. I could barely stand it, because you're there all the time; you can't get away.
I grew up in Southern Oregon. My father was a sawmill worker and a logger, and his job put food on the table.
My parents own a restaurant in Albuquerque.
My brother and I worked in eight bars as the brother bartenders.