The Scholarly Life
A few days ago during Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern I brought a book with me to kill whatever time remained. As often happens, I got distracted by things overheard in the tenebrous...
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A few days ago during Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern I brought a book with me to kill whatever time remained. As often happens, I got distracted by things overheard in the tenebrous...
In the gallery of Joseph Beuys photographs at Dia:Beacon, I decide to take a selfie. Being around so much art has that effect on me. I sit on the floor in front of one...
The Word from Pandora's Tavern
by John P. O'Grady · Published May 8, 2016 · Last modified May 9, 2016
Today I bought my first roasted chicken ever. Well, it wasn’t for me—it was for the collies. They love roasted chicken. Catherine usually buys it for them but today it was my turn. I’m...
Overheard during Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern, a guy whispering into his phone: “Where I’m calling from is not far from here.” It brought back the memory of a fellow I once spotted sitting...
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