I'd never tended bar before, and loved listening to people's stories while pouring them generous shots of clear and bronze liquors; snapping metal caps off Genny Light and Busch bottles; and dutifully scribbling notes in my reporter's journal behind the bar.
In cities, you can visit 100 different bars on 100 different nights and not run into any of the same people.
Saha said that he found people to be forthcoming about recommendations.
This is the "North Country;" a term for an outlier region of the state beyond the tundras of Syracuse, Albany, and even Rochester.
This label draws a geographical line in the sand between here and the misnamed "upstate" provinces of places like Westchester and the cultures therein.
North Country is more Alaskan than Manhattanite: people here travel by ATV or truck, hunt and garden their way to full bellies, and feel largely intolerant of annoying downstate legislation like gun control.
An uninitiated city girl without friends (or SO potential) in this new world, I picked up a two-night-a-week gig slinging beers and well drinks to the locals at one of Redwood's gin mills.