Learning to Walk in the Dark: Because Sometimes God Shows Up at Night

by Barbara Brown Taylor

pools of water still stood in the gutters, with pigeons pecking at the popcorn kernels and bits of tobacco floating on the surface. On my short walk to work, I passed a pinball arcade, a saloon with chest-high wooden swinging doors, and a place where you could dress up like a Civil War soldier to have your picture made. Dante’s was the classiest establishment by far, an elaborate fantasy of a nightclub that featured a two-story pirate ship with a lagoon around it where live