© John Zumpanao

Remembering Peter Bowen

by Marc Beaudin Wherever I travel, I often find myself looking for the same bar. Quiet. Dark but not gloomy. Pool table. Handful of regulars. Absolutely no Fox News on the TV. Preferably Patsy Cline on the jukebox. In different cities, in different periods of my life, the bar has had several names: Ewald’s in […]