Dew Drop Morgan

Saranac Lake, New York.

The place was called the Dew Drop Inn. And from old, faded neon sign, they served spaghetti. Unfortunately, however, it was very closed and from the looks of things, it had been that way for a long time. But next door and over the bridge was a little restaurant that had wood-fired ovens, pizza, and cold beer. It was open.

And that's where we encountered the legendary Dew Drop Morgan. He is a war hero. A bobsledding legend. And a member of the bartending hall-of-fame. He talked to us while drinking scotch and water. He talked to us about his 11 children. He talked to us while the wind howled outside and the river slowly rose, big chunks of ice floating by. The same chilly river that Dew Drop would jump into every time the Yankees would lose. Or so they say.

We may have to go back to Saranac Lake. Not for any other reason but to talk to Dew Drop again.

--Dave