The Buzzard Beach is my favorite bar in Westport. It’s promoters describe it as “a place for those for whom having a good time matters more than making an impression.” A few weeks ago I stepped through the ground-level door of this “ 611 more words
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Those days were when I spent my time twanging, trying to be musical
In a small bar, with a faded, stained blue carpet, pouring chemicals into my ventricles… 186 more words
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The man appeared to understand and nodded his head. Clay wondered if giving the appearance of understanding was actually understanding, in some sense, and if duplicity of this sort was necessary for a society’s existence, maybe even at its basis or center, and not the ancient totem Emile Durkheim theorized.