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Trisha Weir's avatar

I was in New York every other weekend for a couple of years in the aughts, visiting a boyfriend who lived there and worked in the music industry, which and Angel’s Share was the first bar I went to in that era whose goal was not to be standing room only. I remember walking in the first time, expecting a clamor and finding instead the perfect murmur, the glow of the lighting, the warmth. A place to sit and talk and come away closer than you’d been. It was perfect.

What a loss. But how glad I am that you wrote about it.

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Scott Hines's avatar

I lived in New York for nine years, from 2006-15, and often find myself quietly romanticizing those times despite many of the youthful difficulties you so beautifully capture here; I was always longing to be in a room I wasn’t, I was always just on the edge of overdrawing my account.

I would not trade those times for anything, but when I get especially wistful for them as a now-middle-aged parent in middle-American suburbia, I feel something that I haven’t been able to express but that you summed up perfectly: “the bar may still be there, but I’m not”

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