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Tag Archives: drinking
All the men at the bar bent over their phones
All the men at the bar bent over their phones and me among them, with Jimi Hendrix and sports recaps playing and the dull chatter that burbles and rolls like the tide spitting up their remains, making it all disappear … Continue reading
Posted in humour, prose
Tagged drinking, humor, postaday, prose, short prose, William Pearse writer
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As several disturbances head our way
I looked up and my family was gone, lost in the folds of Powell’s bookstore, Portland, the litmosphere they call it, and I wandered the displays sniffing cakes of handmade soaps, glassware designed for gluten-free beer, branded. All the Portlanders … Continue reading
Posted in humor, travel, writing
Tagged angels share, creative nonfiction, disassociation, drinking, Hemingway, hippies, humor, litmosphere, Memoir, mid-life crisis, parenting, PCT, Portland, Timberline Lodge, William Pearse writer
46 Comments
View northwest from the Cairn of Greatest Sorrow
Some bars I’ll walk into and just walk right out, pretending I’m looking for someone. The bar, “Lochavulgin” or some other name that gets stuck in your throat: I throw the door open right on cue to a Foreigner song: I … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged drinking, Edinburgh, expats, humor, Memoir, musings, Oban, parenting, Scottish travel, travel, traveling with kids
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The ‘angel’s share’: lost whisky, lost memories
After sharing the same room, the same car, the same bathroom, I can see where Stephen King was coming from in his story about the writer Jack Torrance who collapses into alcoholism, writes nonsense, starts seeing dead people. Charlotte’s going … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged Bourbon, Chekhov, corporate chains, drinking, existentialism, expats, Memoir, Oban, Scotch whisky, Scottish history, Stephen King, The Shining, travel, work-life balance, writing
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‘Tell only happy hours’
Drink anything with enough alcohol in it and you’ll start tasting almonds, oranges, coconuts, pine needles, Christmas cake. But there’s no pretence in the tour at the Scotch distillery: our guide, who wears a badge saying Team Leader, points to … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged American suburbs, archaeology, drinking, Highland Park, Highlands Scotland, humor, Memoir, Orkney islands, Schengen, Scotch, Scottish history, Seattle, Skara Brae, travel, traveling with kids
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Viking graffiti inside the burial chamber, Orcadia
Just as you’d think they would, the Vikings came upon a structure of religious and historical significance that had already been there a few thousand years, punched a hole through the roof because they couldn’t find the door, pulled out … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged archaeology, drinking, European travel, expats, foodie, Highland Park, humor, Memoir, Norse mythology, Orkney islands, Scotch, Scottish history, travel, Viking runes, Vikings
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