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HERE’S A CONFESSION: I was in college when I had my first alcoholic drink—vodka, mixed with orange juice and sipped tentatively from a plastic cup. “That’s a Screwdriver,” somebody told me, educationally. This person knew much more than me, which wasn’t hard to do—everyone seemed to know more than me. I remember thinking, Oh. I remember thinking, Screwdriver, what’s that about? But I failed to look it up because there was so much else to learn back then.
Only recently did I probe the origins of the drink and its name. One…