The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 51 The Cross
It happened gradually. I just began stopping in there and got to know the place and the staff.
My local had been Bodega which was a wholly different beast – more like Cheers with gigs. The regulars there were my mates but really it was a venue.
The Cross was a place to go just to be there for the place itself – anyone could be there. I remember once sitti…
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