Behind the bar hovers the ethereal figure of Mudcat Past, a generous, creative spirit with depth and heart, and many a story to share. With every drink slid across the polished bartop comes a whisper... and what is it? It's a dream-fragment made of the songs, scents, and stories of the auld Taverns... the creak of a ship, someone chanting "WOBH," a desert-island breeze, the ruffling fur of a Sugar Dog, the slap of knickers on a flagpole.....

~S~