In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. Thanksgiving season, the time when America prepares to gorge itself on variations

Oh wow! This event sounds fucking amazing! I mean, there’s going to be all sorts of crazy society spinoffs like bartending robots, a blessing from the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, Hugging Machines, Arts Cars, Doggie Diner heads, etc!!! Fuck yes! Here’s the official verbiage from the Commonwealth Club: Ever wonder