By Mike Armstrong

Reporter, Carbon County Comet

As a tyke, my father had me and my sister making him his drinks on weekends, just before dinner. I became quite proficient at making Manhattans, Old Fashions, Martinis and Gibsons. Our reward was the fruit that was left over, like the cherry or cocktail onions. I hated olives (still do), so there was no reward for martinis.