The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
A Guy Walks Into 365 Bars…Again! Bar Number Seven: Donnelly’s Irish Pub •
Friday, January 16, 2026
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*I thought that on Friday’s on this bar crawl, we’d go to a bar in the
afternoon and have lunch. And so today we’re heading to Donnelly’s Irish
Pub and ...
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