What Would Donny Do?
Because he’s seven years older, our childhood worlds rarely overlapped. When he was a high school senior, preoccupied with girls and Guns N’ Roses, I was in the fourth grade, building Lego pirate ships and mastering Super Mario Bros. 2. I was the good student; I liked school and got mostly A’s. Donny was the music guy, the fashion guy, the car guy. He drove an My American Lit teacher had assigned us a short paper on a Jazz Age–related topic of our choosing. The topic Donny suggested: the martini.
