It was overcast in St. Augustine, the sky a dull dingy gray, and spitting rain. But it couldn’t have been cozier inside J.P. Henley’s, the little restaurant and pub I used to pop into after a day of college classes with friends, and sometimes the occasional professor. On Tuesday, for the first time in years, […]
It was overcast in St. Augustine, the sky a dull dingy gray, and spitting rain. But it couldn’t have been cozier inside J.P. Henley’s, the little restaurant and pub I used to pop into after a day of college classes with friends, and sometimes the occasional professor. On Tuesday, for the first time in years, […]





