Suddenly, I’m teleported to Hogwarts in winter — high ceilings, cold stone, candlelight. I’m suddenly a Gryffindor with exams looming and an almost competitive desire to understand everything. When it ...

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Because drinking "in secret" still has its thrills.

On a recent Saturday night in Tampa’s Water Street district, a line of cars about a quarter-mile long snaked toward the valet for the Marriott. Most everyone in line had been promised an invite to the ...