It was the summer of 1980. I was a single, white, twenty-five-year-old woman who was looking for a summer job in a bank in a small city, not far from Minneapolis. There were no bank jobs available, so I became a cocktail waitress in a two-level restaurant called The Galaxy;  fine dining upstairs, a really cool bar downstairs. It was "THE" happening place to be in in our city. The lower level was mainly a bar with a house...