Who knows where they drink now, but in the early ’80s, at the University of Toronto, the engineers all drank at DJ’s.
It was located, appropriately enough, beneath a monstrous tower built for the executives of Ontario Hydro, where at the end of every working day, young men might mingle with their future selves and swear they’d take a different path.
But this is the story of Ray, a chemical engineer, who was caught there one night with a vial of pure ethanol, and so became the only engineer I’ve known to be banned from a bar just for drinking.
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