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...family's liquor empire, Edgar Bronfman Jr. has faced his share of skeptics. One of the first, in fact, was his grandfather Samuel, a Russian immigrant to Canada who advanced from Prohibition bootlegger to spirits magnate, owner of a portfolio that included Chivas Regal Scotch and Captain Morgan rum. In a mid-1990s documentary about the family, Edgar Jr. recalled his grandfather saying, "Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations. I'm worried about the third generation." Such doubts didn't seem to faze Edgar Jr., who years ago declared, "I'm not going down in history as the one Bronfman...
...About 30 of us found ourselves in a vast resort on Grand Bahama Island with a number of cheap-o liquor stores and a bevy of buxom high school girls. We seemed sure of ourselves, strolling about in pastel Polo shirts with a few pairs of Prada sunglasses, sipping rum-and-tonics by the sea. For all intents and purposes, I think we looked pretty cool, but after the experiences of one fateful evening, we sunk into the inevitable effluvium of dorkdom. No matter how many girls sported this season’s horn-handled Gucci bag and how many...
Since nothing in the Bahamas tended to work the way we expected, it came as no surprise that the electricity went out all over the island soon after we arrived. Packed into a humid hotel suite, all of us, bored of our rum drinks, began to play a group game to dispel the boredom of the dark...
...include Nick’s Red Sangria (glass $5, pitcher $19), vodka-blackberry lime rickey ($6) and—if things aren’t going too well—a “Dark and Stormy” ($5.25), an appealingly brooding combination of Gosling’s rum and ginger beer. A few of those could certainly work well with the “where the hell am I?” feel of the entire place...
...Somehow, I finagle myself into a party at the ambassador’s residence. There, I meet the members of a congressional committee and, more importantly, their military escorts. Impeccably mannered, neatly dressed, well-spoken military men and women flood the patio while the congressmen swill rum punch. A naval attaché takes me under her wing and introduces me to all the “right people” as I marvel at her grace, strength, presence and poise. Later in the summer, I wait by the side of the road for a bus back to La Paz Centro...