Cassie’s Good Day Keeps Getting … Better?
I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…

I was being honest with Bernie – I really didn’t know what Bitsy and Wanda were plotting, though I was, of course, tragically curious. Those two in a booth, a…
Mid-morning behind the bar is a little slow. Not feeling particularly ambitions or energetic today. There’s not much for me to do without customers right now. So far, my achievements…
Dad used to call it “resting bartender face,” the look he’d have when business was slow and he was forced to talk to patrons he either didn’t know or didn’t…
Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
Madam’s morning voice message chirped like an overly-caffeinated mockingbird. “Cassie, darling … it’s the Madam calling. So sorry the book club hadn’t been by the restaurant in a few weeks…
The day before I left Mick in New York, I became uncontrollably ill. I wasn’t sure if it was a virus or if it was just the uncertainty of how…
Is there a real world around here anymore? Mick’s dead, we don’t know the answers to the body-part questions, Sheriff Paul has become a little too comfy on my bar…
The only thing I could bring myself to thank God for this holiday was the distraction all this murder talk brought to the bar. That and the blazing fireplace that…
To quote the great Juliette Barnes in Nashville, “Trouble is a guy with the guitar in the next bar.” Or my bar. (Sidenote: Nashville was an amazing show! Someone bring…
Cassie has a chance meeting ...