tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post3580170423399084755..comments2024-03-04T01:47:18.750-05:00Comments on Lemurian Congress: "Speakeasy"Adam Thorntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634565262440008573noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-59931478799270404592008-04-28T08:53:00.000-04:002008-04-28T08:53:00.000-04:00You do a writer's craft class? Wow, maybe you coul...You do a writer's craft class? Wow, maybe you could tutor me in exchange for choice bits of 1920s poetry?Adam Thorntonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634565262440008573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-12538355133833965382008-04-26T18:33:00.000-04:002008-04-26T18:33:00.000-04:00Great poem! I think I'll share it with my writer'...Great poem! I think I'll share it with my writer's craft kiddies. They're a bunch of sweet, fun hoodlums and will love it.tanzihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13222930617728241756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-78150996493196557702008-04-25T11:51:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:51:00.000-04:00Ha, a speakeasy long AFTER the end of Prohibition ...Ha, a speakeasy long AFTER the end of Prohibition (though I don't think we ever really had Prohibition in Canada, did we?)<BR/><BR/>I'm used to calling those things "Boozecans," though I've never been in one myself.<BR/><BR/>You have officially descended into the criminal underworld. Next step: opium den!Adam Thorntonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634565262440008573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-60582155926207365762008-04-25T11:29:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:29:00.000-04:00AND the police never found us.AND the police never found us.Kimberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08121997385004904981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32999748.post-53250331367477653022008-04-25T11:27:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:27:00.000-04:00I never knew what a speakeasy was until I went to ...I never knew what a speakeasy was until I went to Montreal to visit my friend one summer. He and his roomy proudly led me through the creepy basement of their rickety three story townhouse and into "the speakeasy." <BR/><BR/>Yep, they had created their very own sleazy watering hole - complete with gravel floors, old barrels to lean on, an upturned giant spool thingy for a table, unbelievable grime and lots of candles. I'm sure it was a complete firehazard, but I have to admit that our drinks tasted better down there.Kimberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08121997385004904981noreply@blogger.com