On returning to a town… The signs read as follows: Closed, Changed, Under new management, redesigned, updated, and I guess for some ‘left behind’ would also be appropriate. The old stone walls of a familiar building bid a welcome retreat from the rain. The welcome is short lived. A silent inquisition at the rerodos leaves a strange feeling of someone not quite together, perhaps also seeking refuge, but from what? There is an unease here, but not one limited to these walls. More familiar walls, yet an altogether different proposition. Gone are the softly upholstered bar stools. Gone the...
It’s February for goodness sake, February. So why do I feel like January 2nd?
