November 2022 Bar Bulletin
By Corno di Bassetto
I seldom think about where I come from, or how I got here. Even when a rare lull descends, and my gaze wanders through the glass of the office window to the concrete and steel towers, the littered city streets below, the ever-changing bronze curtain above it all—at one moment blue, then gray, blood red, pink, piercing white—even then, I seldom think of home. Do you think clients can tell?
I grew up on my parents’ vineyard, among children of laborers, a soul apart. My time was not my own. I was to get my education and, when the time came, be ready to...