Charming sidewalk facade at pub.

Chicago

From the pocket device, I see that there is a pub named Dugan’s nearby.  I walk east.  It’s a pleasant, comfortable place.

A long brick box stretches back from the front window and door.  In the front half of the bar, an island bar holds the middle of the space.  In back, people sit at tables and chairs.  Mia, the barmaid, is nervous on her first day at work.  Couple by couple, the bar begins to fill.  The sound of talk and laughter fill the air.  Mia is busy, animated.

A few months ago in Chicago, I walked north, to Dylan’s.  It was more wood than brick.

Old wood and raw brick walls enclose the bar at Dugan's Pub.
Dugan’s Pub in the afternoon before the happy hour rush.

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Robin Cravey is a Texas poet, publisher, citizen, and lawyer. As editor and publisher if Tilted Planet Press, he has published several books of poems, including Diverging, I am a Comet, and Benchmarks. His book Watermarks has been serialized on the Austin Sierran website. A sixth-generation Texan, Robin grew up in Houston, loving tall trees, big clouds, girls, Omar Khayyam, Carl Sandberg, and Walt Whitman. He came to Austin to attend UT, loving clear water, peyote, taxicabs, women, newspapers, hitchhiking, Marcus Aurelius, and William O. Douglas. He married and had kids, loving Dr. Suess, Star Trek, Baghavad Gita, Mohandas Gandhi, and Macintosh. Eventually he volunteered way too much, published books, ran a business, fought city hall, went to law school, worked at city hall, ran a small law office, ran for public office. In recent years he has divided his time between Austin and Providence, Rhode Island, loving Wayland Square, bicycling, and long train rides.

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