Category: The Word from Pandora’s Tavern

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...

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...

In the rain shadow of the Sierra Nevada, we spotted an old hotel. It looked haunted, so we investigated. In the lobby was a vintage Apple Macintosh SE. Or something like it. The machine...

Yesterday we stopped for lunch at a pub located in a former train depot in an old Connecticut mill town. We were the only patrons besides a drunk guy at the bar. As is...

In the Land of Rip Van Winkle, you spot the sign. Your journey ends here, alone. Check in at the Sleepy Dutchman Motel. Enter your room. Drop your bag beside the bed. A century...

Run, Everybody, run! See Everybody run!

“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. . . . .” The entrance to Westwood Memorial Park, Los Angeles, final resting place of Rod McKuen. Gone one year today....

A cow escapes from a slaughterhouse in Queens, New York. “Cow on the run,” report the people to the authorities. Officers arrive on the scene. They manage to corner and corral the wayward cow,...