Bitsy’s Book Club is Bagging New Blood
Jenny Page 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…
Cassie Cunningham, Owner, The Riverside
Cassie’s Deal with the Devil on the (Not-so) Deep (Not-so) Blue Chickotee
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…
Cassie’s Crackpot Karma
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…
Riverside Blues: Notes from a Tuesday Night Bar Stool
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…
Cassie & John Conspire, As They Dream By the Fire
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…
Mick & the Misses …
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…
Rainy Days & Ex-Husbands
Cassie has a chance meeting ...
Cassie & the Riverside
I kept looking up and down the bar for someone missing a hand, but I guess that’s a little on the nose. Maybe I’m just taking way too much pleasure…