Sojourns
Sometimes I reminisce about places I used to live. Maybe you do too. The older I get, the more it happens: For no reason, I’ll just start thinking about the house I grew up...
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The Word from Pandora's Tavern
by John P. O'Grady · Published February 27, 2015 · Last modified July 26, 2016
Sometimes I reminisce about places I used to live. Maybe you do too. The older I get, the more it happens: For no reason, I’ll just start thinking about the house I grew up...
The Word from Pandora's Tavern
by John P. O'Grady · Published February 26, 2015 · Last modified September 29, 2016
Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern. A first-time visitor lifts his mug and takes a sip. He winces, he swallows, he growls: “This beer tastes like an obituary!” Bartender says nothing, continues philosophically wiping...
Fourth week of February in the icy Northern Woodlands. The almanac tells us what to expect: “Raccoons go wandering on the warmer nights, and may not end up in the same den that they...
The Word from Pandora's Tavern
by John P. O'Grady · Published February 6, 2015 · Last modified September 1, 2016
“What thou lovest well remains”: Orchestra, Cocktail Lounge, Dancing Trees.
The Word from Pandora's Tavern
by John P. O'Grady · Published February 1, 2015 · Last modified February 7, 2021
The ancient Greeks practiced something called cledonomancy, a form of divination via random remarks. The way it works is you stick your fingers in your ears, then head out into the marketplace. At a...
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