Language "the feast of human thought" Yesterday, my good friend and neighbor "Charlie" was telling me a story about his work days. I don’t remember all the details of the story because, at one point, out of nowhere, he tossed an expression onto the table like a dealer throwing down a winning card. “Like a …
Tag: blue collar
Charlie’s Tap
I grew up in a town with a lot of bars. This particular one is tucked behind Central Square, Cambridge and was called Charlie's Tap, a gritty workingman's tavern. I hated the place as a kid.... because my mother worked there as a barmaid.... a fact I was not proud of as a kid growing up. …
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