The Attic at the Gilded Pear
I got to the Gilded Pear Inn on a Thursday evening in October, fifteen minutes early, which for me counts as heroic effort.
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I got to the Gilded Pear Inn on a Thursday evening in October, fifteen minutes early, which for me counts as heroic effort.
The gig ran long.
The speaker above Gate 14 crackled again and said something in Korean, and I sat there in a vinyl chair with my hoodie bunched under my…