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Where I Drink
I can think of worse places to spend a gold bar or two
Plastic ashtrays line the tables and bar as a living symbol of Texan freedom
A good bar is as private as a confessional
The only thing to interrupt the music is good conversation, good drinks, and the sound of the Brightline
It’s like dropping into the opening scene of an Agatha Christie story: anything could happen
Establishments where writers and reporters liked to drink hold for me a privileged position
The pub has Ireland, and the Irish experience in America, in its DNA
The mere fact it is on that liminal, edgy, Mexico-American borderland adds a definite frisson
