P.A.Kane

    The Old Pink My Old Pink story starts in the early 80s at the establishment next store— Mulligan's Brick Bar. It's when the Old Pink was still The Pink Flamingo or, as we called it, The Pink. The Brick Bar became a thing when my friend and fellow Brockport State washout Kevin McNamara started working there. Not only did he work there, but he quickly rose to the rank of manager—no one could ice up a case of OV Splits like KevMac. Of course, as it is a best practice of the most effective managers everywhere, he used his elevated position to hire all of his friends, including me—the worst White Coat/Bouncer in the history of the Brick Bar.    Remember the White Coats? We used to circulate through the packed bar, witnessing a thousand broken dreams and missed connections as we picked up and disposed of dead cases of OV Splits, beer bottles, and spent glasses of vodka and iced tea. We also had a secondary function of keeping the peace in the bar.    While th...