A good bitter memory

     My first bottle of Campari begins its tenancy in the cabinet above the refrigerator, which I could simply call the liquor cabinet except that it also houses our cereal, cooking oil, and blender.  Someday, maybe, I'll have an old house with a proper little bar, like (above) the front room at the Echo Lake Inn.

   The Campari is new, but somehow not the taste.  I've met some close relation.

   Finally it occurs to me:  the bitter Italian soda you can sample, along with other odd Coca Cola products, at Epcot.