The Hill Is Home: Beer on the Hill

When I was in first grade, I wanted to be a cocktail waitress when I grew up. I was five years old and had just been shoved into some gifted program at my school, but for open house we had to draw a picture and write a story about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanted to wear spangly earrings, high heels and sling drinks. My parents – expecting something far more lofty from their “gifted” child – were horrified to find my picture in all of its glory hanging in the hall outside of my first grade classroom.

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